Just a nice, quiet Sunday "ride" with missus on the back. Knew it was going to be warm-ish, so put the neck coolers on and the Draggin' jeans, rather than the full riding pants. Went to Fremantle, had lunch at Cicerello's. (Saw a sh!tload of bikes on the way there and back.) Then, after lunch, walking back to the bike, suddenly realised I felt a whole lot hotter than I should have. (Max today was only a bee's willy over 35!) Started back up the coast and the wind was like a hairdryer on full blast. By the time we hit Hillarys Marina, I knew I'd overdone it. My judgment was off and my riding getting a bit raggedy. However, only a couple of (quiet) kays from there until home. Pulled into the garage and divested my riding gear -- I was soaking wet underneath. Ditto with helmet. Di tells me she feels the same, says she's "never felt so hot on the bike" -- and we've been out in 40 degree heat! Inside, aircon on, 6 good sized glasses of cold water down my neck and just collapsed in a chair, totally whacked. Took us both a good 30 minutes to start feeling human again. Conclusion: Should have stopped and bought another bottle of water or ... better yet ... taken water with us -- which we always do -- except, for some reason, not today.