i remember the first time i ever got the knock; on the way back from boxhill some years ago. i'd done around 70 miles or so, coming back towards elmer's end, or somewhere, it was a long route. i didn't really know what the knock/bonk was until i near enough collapsed, could see stars, couldn't pedal up anything that wasn't downhill. really freaky. took me ages to get home, stopped at a friend's house for a sandwich or ten, coffee, jaffa cakes (one packet thereof), then gingerly got back to bow much later, fell asleep. had to ride again later that day to meet a friend, had nothing in my legs. ate serious amounts of chocolate cake. she was looking at me funny. i couldn't explain it.
i remember the first time i ever got the knock; on the way back from boxhill some years ago. i'd done around 70 miles or so, coming back towards elmer's end, or somewhere, it was a long route. i didn't really know what the knock/bonk was until i near enough collapsed, could see stars, couldn't pedal up anything that wasn't downhill. really freaky. took me ages to get home, stopped at a friend's house for a sandwich or ten, coffee, jaffa cakes (one packet thereof), then gingerly got back to bow much later, fell asleep. had to ride again later that day to meet a friend, had nothing in my legs. ate serious amounts of chocolate cake. she was looking at me funny. i couldn't explain it.