This is the second installment in a 3 part series. To read Part 1 click here.
(Continued)….1am rolled around, and it was back on the road. Man I felt awful. Tired, cold, and back on the hypnotic misery of the flat, dark and straight highway. I started to get small thoughts, doubting that I would make it. These thoughts always come on a long event. They are just part and parcel of pushing your limits. That’s how you know you are approaching your boundaries, because you start to feel you can’t go on.
600 kilometres to go…. This story enters a dark phase, click to read the full chapter