a fools guide to better planning

or what happens when reality hits you in the nuts

Dear reader, tell me about your relationship with plans - do you make em’?

Stick to them?

You do?

Cute.

I had a plan for yesterdays post. It was hijacked by Mr. Rourke and Tattoo.

After that, things got wierd.

I had a plan for today.

200 miles of idiotic bullshit on a bicycle stretched over 36 hours.

On the May 2-4 weekend - the weekend we commonwealthies like to celebrate the celibate queen vicky, I attempted to ride about 210 miles in 24 hours.

Sure the timeline was shorter, but the rolling conditions were pretty smooth. Combine this with a fair bit of time passing through civilization for things like food and water and this ride was somewhat achievable.

It was somewhat achievable but I came up about twenty five kilometers short. I got bailed out, saved along the way.

The demon ride that was planned today had neither resupply points nor convenient places to be bailed out.

Given the fact that I wasn’t able to complete the game in causal mode, Zeke decided that we’d better scrap the idea of t…