As my training has started to really ramp up and I push out the distances, I find myself on the bike thinking about the worst bonking experiences I have had on a bike. I used to live in a valley where it was very windy during Spring. In pre-season training it was easy to misjudge your fitness, let a tail wind blow you thirty or forty miles out, and then have to face a brutal head wind on the way back. On one occasion I remember bonking hard at the turn around and then death marching my way back at eleven or twelve miles per hour. I had no money with me and all I could think about was greasy food. At one point I was coasting down a slight downhill and I saw a piece of red licorice welded to the asphalt. It took a few seconds for my mind to register what it was. By that time I decided I should pick it up and eat it for energy, I had rolled past it. I did not stop, but I know the only reason I didn't was because the thought of turning around and having to climb twenty or thirty feet uphill would take more extra suffering than I was willing to endure. If the road would have been flat I am sure I would have dusted it off and eaten it.
What is your worst bonking experience.
What is your worst bonking experience.
