So, you think it’s all about being aware of some special dietary needs? Spare me. You’re out there grinding miles, not chilling at a café. What’s the game plan when you hit the road and the only thing staring back at you is a sad gas station snack aisle? You really think you’re gonna pull off a solid ride on kale chips and almond milk?
Let’s be real: when you're in the saddle for hours, you need calories, not a nutrition seminar. You’re burning up the tarmac, not prepping for a health food convention. What’s the bare minimum you can shove in your face when there’s nothing but junk around? Let’s cut the fluff. When it’s just you and some mystery meat on a bun, what’s your go-to? Can you really afford to be picky when you're just trying to stay upright?