Potatoes!?!?!
<Knot whips head around>
Potatoes? POTATOES!!! PO-TAAAAAAAY-ToooooooOOOOOOOooooES!!
-Knot has a slight potato "issue."
(cookie-monster-esque melee ensues)
My rides and half marathons are fueled beautifully by potatoes accompanied by some form of carbonized/oxidized mammal flesh with copious amounts of olive oil. If I can find no other mid-ride sustenance, a can of Coke and a bag of chips will suffice.
Potatoes are my friends. (they don't talk back and they do as I say=friends.) I haven't tried plain boiled taters in a baggie on rides, because I know that would send me crashing. But taters with a block of cheese and some pecans would be awesome.
(BTW - I eat any part of the tatoe that can't get away from me.)
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