Velocipede Verses #14: The Bonk

I'm an avid cyclist who has ridden 30,000+ miles over the past seven years. I enjoy sharing the little I know with interested others.

What It Means to "Bonk" in Cycling

If you just google the word "bonk," you're likely to find countless references to getting hit on the head with a mallet or a nut or something similar. You'll also find mention of the British meaning of the word, as well (which is sexual intercourse).

If you check in with Merriam-Webster, however, you'll find three definitions for the word, and definition number two is the one you're after:

bonk

\ˈbäŋk,ˈbȯŋk \

intransitive, informal : to experience sudden, severe fatigue during strenuous activity¹

It is this definition of the word "bonk" that's the subject of this poem. Far from being something enjoyable, bonking is about the worst thing that can happen to a cyclist. It occurs when all the glycogen in the muscles is used up, the liver can't provide any more, and there is no other energy source for your muscles to draw upon...the body essentially shuts down, resulting in an overwhelming feeling of fatigue.

I've only experienced a bonk on the scale described in this poem the one time...I hope to never experience it again and, indeed, have changed my riding ritual as a result. Since the day this happened, I always carry with me something to eat while I'm out riding.

Fingers crossed this never happens to you...

¹ Merriam-Webster Online (https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/bonk)

The Bonk

It was a multi-service spectacular

We’d call it "Joint" in the vernacular

One Marine

One Sailor

One Airman (that’s me)

On bikes

After class one day

In Norfolk, VA

Riding away

And fast

A paceline ride

We’d do

We decided

I was pretty excited

Hoorah and Semper Fi

Anchors Aweigh

And off we go

Into the wild blue yonder

Or out onto the asphalt, anyway

It was a great day

Cool ocean breeze blowing in

I can smell the salt air again

Even now

If you’ve never paced

Or you haven’t raced

On two wheels

It works like this:

You ride in a straight line

Senses heightened the whole time

The rider in front

Sets the speed

The riders behind all heed

Ride their steed

Close, very close

To draft

But you can’t be daft

And cross wheels

Falling feels

Like a cheese grater on your skin

And bones can break

Muscles can ache

It’s not something you just shake

Off and forget

How to Ride in a Paceline

But when you and your steed

Take the lead

Neither is it time to up the speed

You still should heed

What the previous guy set as pace

It’s not a race

But that’s easy to forget

And noobs always do

And take one guess who

Was the noob in the group

On this day

noob: a person who is inexperienced in a particular sphere or activity

So when you’re winded

Or your time in front has ended

Peel left

Be deft

But smooth

Keep the groove

Don’t stop pedaling

Just slow

Or you’ll go

Too far back from the line

And it’ll take time

And lots of energy

To be with them again

So you can catch your wind

And get ready to do the deed

When again it’s your time to lead

Cycle, spin, draft, repeat

Lead, follow, lead, follow

Cycle, spin, draft, repeat

Lead, follow, follow, lead

Cycle, spin, draft, repeat

Pretty neat

The paceline perfected

Is a thing of beauty

When all the riders

Know their duty

And do it right

Which I didn’t

This day

And soon I’d pay

What can I say?

It’s part of learning

Me thinks

Paceline Riding Dos and Don'ts

So my turns up front

Pulling the Marine and the Sailor

Kept coming and coming

“Nice pull” they’d say

But I didn’t feel that way

As I slipped back and by

And into the line

I guess I looked fine

But I hadn’t eaten since nine

And we rode at five

A man barely alive

So a funny thing happened

On the way to the end

We reached the barracks

And they said, “Let’s do this again,”

I said okay

And rode slowly away

And though it was early in the day

For June

I felt like Iooking for the moon

‘Cuz it was dark

Or my vision faded

Or someone put a black bag on my head

I felt dead

With no energy at all

I felt so small

And peaked

The two-syllable kind

And my mind

Wasn’t working

The way it should, either

And neither

Were my legs

Or my arms

As I crawled up the stairs

A second-floor room!

And this added gloom

And a large sense of doom (I’m dying here!)

Which worsened as I weakened with each step

I climbed

Up those stairs

And where’s

My will to live?

My body was a sieve

And all the energy drained out of it

I crawled through the door

And across the floor

To the fridge

And grabbed an orange

From the crisper drawer

On the bottom shelf

Not enough of myself

Left to reach higher

They were dire

These straits

As I ate

The orange

But didn’t peel it

And I could feel it

Coursing through me

Quick as could be

Sugar feeding blood

As I laid down and went thud

On my back

In the middle of the floor

Ain’t doing that no more

I thought to myself

As I came back to life

And the land of the living

And those dudes will be giving

Me hell

If I tell them

I can’t tell them

I have to tell them

I will tell them

Tomorrow

In class

And they’ll kick my ass

With laughter

And be after

Me all day

I know they’ll say

Some shit about the Air Force

Being young

And new

And nothing I can do

Since that’s true

They’ve both been around since 1772

Plus three

And the Air Force has only flown the heavens

Since 1947

So my age arguments will be toothless

And those guys will be ruthless

Nothing I can do

Whew

I need a nap

But to recap:

It was a multi-service spectacular

We’d call it "Joint" in the vernacular

One Marine

One Sailor

One Airman (that’s me)

On bikes

One guy out of his league

With extraordinarily exceptional fatigue

It was the first and only time

I ever bonked

Bonking Tales with Geraint Thomas

How Not to 'Hit The Wall' or 'Bonk'

Comments

greg cain (author) from Idaho, USA on September 24, 2020:

Thanks, Linda! Yes, for interested riders, the table is a pretty good tutorial of the dos and don'ts. I will say, however, that there is no substitute for getting out there and doing it. I think if you've never ridden a paceline and read the table, you might get like 10% of it. But after you've paced a couple times, revisit the table, it'll all make a hell of alot of sense. Anyway, thanks for dropping by!

greg cain (author) from Idaho, USA on September 24, 2020:

Sha - Thanks for the great comment. I like it when folks watch the included videos, but I think your remark serves as feedback: I'm probably going to need to stick some sort of definition up front there. Thanks, as always, for stopping by and providing great commentary. Happy Thursday!

greg cain (author) from Idaho, USA on September 24, 2020:

Iced coffee goes perfect with cycling, is a fave drink of many riders after a long ride. I prefer a quick doppio fix and then on my way. Thanks for reading, Bill.

greg cain (author) from Idaho, USA on September 24, 2020:

Thanks for sharing the banter, anyway, Eric. I appreciate you taking the time to give it a look. Happy Thursday, and have a good week.

greg cain (author) from Idaho, USA on September 24, 2020:

Thanks Sankhajit. I appreciate you reading the work, and I also appreciate your laudatory comment.

greg cain (author) from Idaho, USA on September 24, 2020:

Thanks, John. Much appreciated. It's an interesting thing, bonking. There are no outward appearances and so no one knows except you...and you don't know it yourself usually until it's far past too late. If you've ever experienced a sugar low, it's like that only much, much worse because it's a sugar no, not a sugar low.

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on September 21, 2020:

This is an interesting poem. I could feel some of your exhaustion! The table was useful as well as interesting.

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on September 21, 2020:

Box, I had to watch the videos to understand what "bonk" means. I can only imagine how worn out you were way back when. I'm worn out just reading about it!

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on September 20, 2020:

That seems, to this old man, to be a spectator sport. I will sit it out, thank you very much, and cheer you on drinking an iced coffee. Hoorah!

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on September 20, 2020:

Well now I can hang out in a biker bar and know the lingua. Or is that not what they mean.

I of course like the prose but I found the Do's and Don'ts fascinating.

I would love to here the banter - but no way would I go along for the ride.

Sankhajit Bhattacharjee from MILWAUKEE on September 19, 2020:

marvelous post...l enjoyed your writing...

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on September 19, 2020:

That sure sounds like it was a tough gig, Greg. I can’t blame you for bonking. Well written and a nice read. Helpful tips for pace line riding too.