Sounds rather final for Mr Scarponi but I hope Jonners isn't hurt.
Anyway - I finished my scheduled work early in the afternoon and since the weather was rather nice, I decided to go out for 30 miles or so. By the time I got to the garage door though, I'd already decided to do a long one - Rutland or Lincolnshire. But since I had the route to Lincolnshire in the GPX app on my phone and wasn't sure I'd remember the way to Rutland, that pretty much made the decision rather obvious.
I knew I only had about 40% charge on the phone and a 50% charge on my GPS watch, but I thought that would be enough. I only had enough food and fizzy water for 30 miles or so, but I had a debit card on me as well as the emergency £20 in the frame pack. Furthermore I had spare batteries for the DAB. So off I set.
I was enjoying myself quite fulsomely, despite being a bit too cool when the sun disappeared behind the clouds, as it did intermittently - until I got to Eastwell, a nondescript little village a few miles from the Lincolnshire border with a handy wooden bench. Just as I rose from said bench following a 10 minute rest and cheese roll, the GPS watch issued a low battery warning, then died 5 seconds later.
I continued to track my ride using my phone, but that only had a 24% charge left.
As I neared the target, I was pleased to see the cafe at Belvoir Castle open. I continued the mile or so to the Lincolnshire border, pedalled over it a few metres then came straight back. However the caff had closed in the ten minutes it took to make it back there. This seemed like quite a serious problem because I wasn't due to pass another shop, pub or other source of hydration and nutrients for 20 miles or so, and I only had half a flapjack and a small cheese roll left, along with a gulp of fizzy water in my water bottle. Unfortunately I was already fading slightly. I set off homeward regardless, holding my mouth open to catch midgies.
I took the right turn toward Wymeswold four miles early, taking the A606 instead. But I realised what I'd done after a mile or so, and fortunately the phone had enough juice left for me to consult Google Maps and reroute. This turned out to be fortuitous because it took me right past a nice little gastro pub at Old Dalby. I felt a little conspicuous clattering in there in cleats and black & yellow lycra, but they were extremely friendly and hospitable - the woman who ran the place told me that they'd had 40 cyclists in this morning, fuelling up with bacon butties. I ordered a cheese & onion sandwich and chips, some elderflower juice, and a bottle of water. They provided me with a staggering quantity of chips, and I must say they really kept me going for the last 25 miles.
Felt slightly drained when I got back. The phone battery died not long after leaving the pub so the track I uploaded to Strava was reproduced faithfully on bikehike.co.uk (you can add timestamps here: http://gotoes.org/strava/Add_Timestamps_To_GPX.php
I must say it was frustrating not being able to keep track of progress after the charge in the Garmin watch expired. But I knew the rough distance from home of some of the points on the way.
77.66 miles, which takes me to a thoroughly respectable 358 this month.
Would I fancy doing another 70 straight away? Not really, but that's what a return trip to Wales entails. I probably need to get fitter.https://www.strava.com/activities/953535190
I'll definitely plan properly before doing another long ride, though I got away with it this time.