I rode to the race because it was only 30k away (but i forgot to factor in the Pyrenees so I only just made it). Then i took sleeping pills instead of the paracetamol i thought i had bought. Then we all crashed into a dog, French people flicked lit cigarette butts at me whenever i poked my nose off the front.
I won a bottle of wine, i got a flat riding home and arrived in Lourdes in the dark with no battery left in my front light. I drank the wine.
I sometimes wonder how i have managed to continue being alive.