You'd think that somebody with my miles, my age, my bonk record, would eat up/stock up at the last stop before a long stretch of road in the hot sun. Alas. I made it to the edge of town, to the gas station, hoping there was food there. No. So I texted the wife to bring food. She was 15 minutes away at the beach house. With two pieces of pizza in me I was able to stand up, and drive back to the house. I knew that bonk was coming for six km. When it finally came there was no question.