The riding got very slow.
I reached Round Mountain Track at 3pm and it took me to 7pm to make a further 13km.
My back aching again from the rough terrain, and the pushing of my bike under crumbling, loose, rocky dirt. It was arduous. Riding/pushing and managing my fury at the literally thousands of flies that sat on my back and zoomed in and out of my ears.
Through the stumbling and pushing, the dripping of sweat – the flies were sitting in my eyes, launching themselves into my ears, moving around the corners of my lips, the unrelenting humming and unsolicited violation of my personal space.
Diminished and beaten I said “the flies have won, they are the true rulers of this world and there is nothing we can do.”
I pulled out the spare anything cage straps I had in my borrowed Apidura handlebar bag. I weaved the straps through my helmet, so the straps hung around my face, and as I jolted along the track the moving straps kept the flies away from my face. I felt like the smartest person in the world and I toke it back; the flies will never win.