We headed up to a friend's cottage for the Labour Day weekend. I can't believe how fast the summer has gone by. I guess that's what happens when you have your "A" race in mid-August. By the time you recover from it, summer is over.
Last year, Tammy dropped me off about 75 km away and I rode my bike to the cottage. The terrain is a little hilly will lots of rollers but nothing major. This year, I thought I would do the same as it would be my first ride since Mont-Tremblant. Tammy was definitely not happy and questioned if it was a good idea. I was anxious to ride again and figured this would be a nice ride. We stopped at the exact same place and I unloaded my bike and changed. Tammy was still unhappy about the idea of being stuck with the kids for several hours but I figured once they got up to the cottage they could play with my friend's kids and go swimming.
The plan was to ride north and catch a road that ran parallel to Hwy 7 and avoid the heavy cottage traffic. It is a four lane country highway and while legally I could ride on it, there are some parts where the shoulders are non existant and is very busy. The road going north was only a couple of kilometers but I don't remember it being so busy the last time. I cut down the first road running east (wrong road) and rode that for about 6 km before it ended. I was faced with going either north (to the road I was supposed to be on) or going south and trying to find another road that ran south of Hwy 7. I chose to go south. I ended up riding too far south and tacked on another 20 km. About an hour into the ride I reached the small town of Hastings, and was tired. No amount of gels or energy drink could replinsh my energy and to make matters worse, once I turned northbound, I would be riding into a headwind. All of a sudden, this didn't seem such a good idea.
Around 90 minutes into the ride, I gave in and called the cottage for a pick up. They have a land line so I figured that would be