I was on a bicycle tour from Berlin to my home in the south of Germany.
Started in early October, with two GDR army daypacks bungeed to my bike as panniers, a tent, a summer sleeping bag and no jacket.
The first night I found out that was a big mistake, I got hardly any sleep cause I was freezing my nuts off.
Next day I was sniffling and feeling weak.

The second night I didn’t get any sleep at all. I’d pitched my tent on the edge of a corn field.
Which turned out to get harvested during that night.

When I packed my stuff in the morning, I had a fever and realized I couldn’t go on, so I rode to the nearest town and took the next train home. My condition quickly got worse during the train ride.

Somehow I managed to make it to my house and collapsed in bed, where I basically stayed for the next three days.
When the fever broke I went out to buy food, but my bicycle wasn’t in the garage. It was just gone.
I had no recollection of where I had left it, just a hazy feeling that I’d stopped somewhere in my home town before I went home.

Never found it again.