I used to do the Flintshire Challenge every year. One year we had recently moved house , and the night before the ride we went over for a bit of a housewarming/meet the neighbours. One neighbour had made Sangria and the next morning a woke with a hangover from hell, but decided I’d be ok and the fresh air would do me good…..oh no.
Halfway round the 50 mile route I threw up, purple/red vomit and collapsed in a heap. I had enough to get home, which was local, showered and changed then went back to the event to let the organisers I had quit.
I was surprised I made it as far as I did.