I did thirty miles with a group today, but I bonked with about eight miles left to go. It was bad, we hit a hill and I just didn't have any juice. And there were three hills after that one, I think. The rest of the group tried not to drop me, but it was alright, we were so close to the end. I finished, threw the bike in the car, went home and passed out. I had a Gatorade and a cereal bar on the way because I knew I wouldn't make any stops between there and bed.