SLORBA The Greek was not only along for the ride, but was basically the "Pace Car" so I didn't have to be so overly reliant on monitoring the cue sheet so strenuously. I barely knew WHERE I was the entire ride so much as just knocking out the kilometers in order to get back to lodgings to eat and sleep in order to be up early for second half of the 200. Took the pressure off immensely just tagging along behind a veteran who knew the route. Still in all, forgot to get the proper nutrients in timely fashion so that at the customary 85K mark, I was bonk-grouchy (WAHHHHH!) and just wanted to finish. Net result of that was that SLORBA said we'd just climbed and wondered when I'd eaten last; it had been awhile, too long in fact. So the GU I put down was like Popeye's Spinach and gave me a good half hour of adrenalin and vitality.