A couple of years ago, on 31st December, I was 14 miles short of my annual target. I'd been out for an exhausting CTC ride, intending to do the 58 or so miles needed, but no-one had wanted to go on to the scheduled pub - there was a really strong headwind. I struggled home from the ride absolutely washed up - it was all I could do to keep up 5 mph into the wind in the last mile.
However, at 9.45pm I felt ready to get on my bike again. I wasn't too keen to mix it with the piss-heads, so I decided just to ride round the block until I'd reached my target - 28 laps.
It was really mind-numbing - two short 1-way streets with a little bit of connecting 2-way, parked cars on both sides, mostly just room for one vehicle. After about 10 laps, some teenage girls having a party at one of their houses became aware that this nutter kept on cycling past. From that point on, they would wave and cheer every time I went by - each lap would have taken me about 3 minutes.
When I got to the last lap, just to be different, I cycled the wrong way round the 1-way streets - but I reached my 6000 mile target for the year.
