I did a Saddle Sore and a Bun Burner.
I got rained on for the last 400 miles of my first one (Saddle Sore 1000), quickly found out the zipper in my LL Bean GoreTex pants was not waterproof. Needless to say that was a miserable experience.
The Bun Burner 1500 (36 hrs) nearly killed me. I started in Maine, rode around Lake Ontario and returned. Somewhere south of Watertown, NY at around 2am I was fighting the nods, and snapped my eyes open to find I had changed lanes. The adrenalin from that got me to the next rest area and I pulled in for a nap.
There was a concrete picnic table I laid down on, and every time I started to fall asleep a cool breeze off the lake blew across my face and woke me up. I went back to the bike and got a helmet bag, laid back down and put the bag over my face.
I’m not sure how long I slept, maybe a couple of hours, but I woke up and in a mini panic ripped the bag off, then remembered what was happening. Turned my head to the left and about 25 feet away some guy was standing there looking at me. I said,”How’s it going” as I walked past him, got on the bike and continued down the road. After hanging out here with you guys, I realize I should have said, “NoHomo, right?”
Sometimes I wonder what he thought about a body laying there with the head in a bag.