With one Cliff bar and two bottles of Gatorade, I dragged myself and my bike out of the house at 1:30pm (yeah, another lazy morning).
7+ hours later, I dragged myself and my bike back in the house. The sun just set. Erik had driven out to look for me. Oops.
There, that's my little Death Ride (80 miles / 11181' ascent).
Why did I do it? Because I could, I guess. Okay, actually, I didn't know I could until I did it. The new discovery about myself made me happy.