Last Oct. I started the Bass Lake double century with two bottles . . . but I'd forgotten to put water in them before I left the motel. There was powdered Perpetuem in one, powdered Gatorade in the other . . . but nothing liquid.
Fortunately, my friend Linda, who I rode the first 80 miles with had remembered to fill her bottles so I just borrowed one of hers until we reached the first checkpoint. Yeah, I felt like an idiot but fortunately nothing tragic.
Rick / OCRR