first off, nice read.
anyone who's be riding for a few years and puts a lot of effort into it has likely hit the wall a time or two.
for me, it started after I got snowed out while I was trying a length wise traverse of the Khungie mountains in central Mongo. I'd dumped a year and a of my life into making the trip, two planting seasons and a winter in fort fucking nelson.
shit happened right off the plane, like my bike getting stolen, which put me a month behind where I should have been. after it got sorted out and I hit the mountains, I was treated to a week of unreal mountian touring. one of the finest taist of the true nector that exist on this earth, before the snow hit and I was pinned in the low lands licking my wounds, looking at the passes that were out of my reach.
After leaving mongolia, I cycled a large chunk of the Sichuan - Tibet highway, which includes 5 or 6 4000+m passes. the highest being 4700m. hating every minuet of it. I tuned left in to Yunnan, dumped my bike and didn't look at it for quite a while.
sound off. beat your self in to the ground or just plain got sick of it. lets hear what you've got to say.
Just a speculative fiction. No cause for alarm.