from bonk to bile burgers

are you chewing up your past again?

Monday has become ride day.

I ride with Zeke.

This week, Sauron was also on the trail.

Ten years younger and half a foot taller, Sauron knows how to put on the miles.

After riding in BC for a full three weeks, he popped of the plane at Stanfield International and rode 40k home.

He and Zeke both fly along on our 80k rides dragging me spinning and grunting after them.

On Monday, Sauron wasn’t himself. He hadn’t eaten before the ride. At sixty kilometers, he started to bonk and we went to A+W for some soft drinks and fries.

I am no stranger to the bonk - it’s that time when you’ve used all of your calories and sugar and the strength drains from both your legs and will simultaneously.

Bonk time is when I lie down on the trail and call for the crows and coyotes to descend upon me and liberate my soul from my flesh.

That is to say dear reader, it sucks to bonk out.

At times like this, Zeke has magic candies fortified with caffine.

Typically they do the trick for about forty minutes.

Then?

Then Mr. Bonk …