I had a big meltdown on a ride with Jason, Rob and Lance a couple of Saturdays ago. I had the feeling, when the ride started, I was on a bad day. Two hours into the ride I started feeling really bad. We made a stop at a coffee shop in Granville where I grabbed a Red Bull and a Danish. The caffeine and sugar rush got me through the next ten miles feeling pretty good. At 60 miles the legs just went dead. Lance nursed me through the next 15 miles to get home. I was whining the whole way about my sore back, sore neck and hurting legs. After 75 miles, I was just a big lump of flesh and goo.