Twigg
Just an old, bald man!
In another thread, the point was raised about excessive fatigue and how it might relate to LD Riding.
"If you find yourself opening your eyes and you are still riding, you may be an Iron Butt Rider"
That was met with a great response:
https://www.fjrforum.com/forum//index.php/topic/162084-you-may-be-an-iron-butt-rider/?p=1212249
It crossed my mind that, along with many others, I have faced this situation. Under normal circumstances I stop well before I reach the point of exhaustion, but we all make mistakes and hopefully learn from them.
This is how I described that moment during the first Big Tex Rally (2012) I post it here hoping someone might gain something from my inexperience. This incident was US90 between Alpine and Marathon, TX at around midnight:
"When I am tired and riding, I do not generally suffer from my eyes closing. What does happen is that I lose focus, literally lose focus, my eyes go blurry and I have to force my concentration back to the task. That is a clear and unambiguous sign that I need to get off the road, and get off the bike and I NEVER ignore it. Neither should you. There comes a point, and we each are different, where we recognise those signs. It is not clever or brave, or admirable to ignore the signs. It is stupid, dangerous and has no place in LD Riding.
I felt that happen about thirty miles into the last leg. I needed a safe place to stop and there wasn't one. That road is wild and desolate. There are no houses, no towns, no gas stations just a ribbon of tarmac with nowhere to stop. If I stopped in the road I would be in danger from the next tired idiot driving up behind me. Somehow I had to stay alert until I could safely stop. I yelled at myself, I ate candy, turned up the music and had as much air flowing as I could manage. I was prepared to continue only as long as it was safer to ride than stop.
Eventually I hit a small town called Marathon, TX. This was about twenty miles passed my "signs to stop", and about forty miles from my planned stop. I pulled over in a parking area, got off the bike and lay down on the sidewalk. This might sound a bit extreme but it didn't seem at all odd at the time. I was in a safe place and could use a short "power nap". I got one and in about twenty minutes was feeling pretty darned good. There was nowhere to take my official rest break so I hopped back on the bike and completed forty uneventful miles to Sanderson, TX."
"If you find yourself opening your eyes and you are still riding, you may be an Iron Butt Rider"
That was met with a great response:
https://www.fjrforum.com/forum//index.php/topic/162084-you-may-be-an-iron-butt-rider/?p=1212249
It crossed my mind that, along with many others, I have faced this situation. Under normal circumstances I stop well before I reach the point of exhaustion, but we all make mistakes and hopefully learn from them.
This is how I described that moment during the first Big Tex Rally (2012) I post it here hoping someone might gain something from my inexperience. This incident was US90 between Alpine and Marathon, TX at around midnight:
"When I am tired and riding, I do not generally suffer from my eyes closing. What does happen is that I lose focus, literally lose focus, my eyes go blurry and I have to force my concentration back to the task. That is a clear and unambiguous sign that I need to get off the road, and get off the bike and I NEVER ignore it. Neither should you. There comes a point, and we each are different, where we recognise those signs. It is not clever or brave, or admirable to ignore the signs. It is stupid, dangerous and has no place in LD Riding.
I felt that happen about thirty miles into the last leg. I needed a safe place to stop and there wasn't one. That road is wild and desolate. There are no houses, no towns, no gas stations just a ribbon of tarmac with nowhere to stop. If I stopped in the road I would be in danger from the next tired idiot driving up behind me. Somehow I had to stay alert until I could safely stop. I yelled at myself, I ate candy, turned up the music and had as much air flowing as I could manage. I was prepared to continue only as long as it was safer to ride than stop.
Eventually I hit a small town called Marathon, TX. This was about twenty miles passed my "signs to stop", and about forty miles from my planned stop. I pulled over in a parking area, got off the bike and lay down on the sidewalk. This might sound a bit extreme but it didn't seem at all odd at the time. I was in a safe place and could use a short "power nap". I got one and in about twenty minutes was feeling pretty darned good. There was nowhere to take my official rest break so I hopped back on the bike and completed forty uneventful miles to Sanderson, TX."