Dumb Idea

Forecast 32 degrees.
On the road by seven am to beat the heat.
Actual temperature 40 degrees (not counting the radiant heat from the bitumen road).
Hilly ride.
Bung gears on bike (caused by me not getting bike serviced...).
Gears fixed by L on the run.
Brain fried four km into ride.
Next fifty-five kilometres hell.
Have discovered that chocolate flavoured energy gels are about the worst thing to eat when you feel like spewing. It's like eating spoonfuls of chocolate topping. Ugh...
Made it to Inverloch with help of J and C (trying to liken them to an animal that can withstand heat, brain still not working, can't come up with one).
B and I grabbed the Sag Wagon to San Remo.
Got the BBQ food in preparation for L, J and C's arrival after their last thirty km at crazy pace, broken up by cups of ice in Subway.
J had flat tyre 300m from end.
Rehydrated for some hours.
Fed chips one-by-one by a three-year-old.
Didn't even contemplate a NYE drink.
Celebrated the new year two hours early.
Snoring when the actual thing rolled around.