Worse than bonking, far worse. When you’ve been riding a lot, getting super fit, getting ready for that big century, an epic ride with some buddies, an upcoming race, or you’re midway through a stage race, and it strikes. The Crunch. The feeling of “crystallized crotch shards” as one friend put it, a terrible chafe, irregardless of whether you’re a dude or dudette – you almost have to stop pedaling. You take stock of your surroundings, you’re on a country lane, no one lives out here. You consider calling a friend to pick you up, but you can’t, the ignominy of explaining your predicament would be impossible to ever live down. So you remount, pedaling squares, triangles even. Your face contorts, you literally scream out into the rural expanse around you, “WHY!?”.
Don’t let this happen to you.
Watch this tale of rescue, of redemption, and forever be prepared with a liberal dollop of Betwixt prior to your rides. #CuretheCrunch