Occasionally I get the urge for a rich desert. Costa Rican deserts are not that good, and not that much variety so I have to go afield. Over the mountain from me is a tourist town called Arenal. It has a few very nice bakeries - one of the German. So, when the urge gets bad enough, I pedal over the mountain (3,000 feet elevation change), down the otherside (2,000 feet) on a rock / gravel road and then do a short section of pavement into town and have my hard earned treat (since I have to return yet!)
Anyway, first I have apricot cheese cake with coffee, then, after a bit, it was lunch so I ordered a small pizza with a banana fruit smoothie with milk. (after this I still lost weight by the way) (Tip - have desert first so you have room!)
As I was doing a good job muching all of this down. A person roughly my age (48) but 100 lbs heavier than me shows up on a motorcycle and we start talking. I asked how he like riding a moto and he said he really did - especially with the wind blowing through his hair, etc. I said I know what he means, I feel the same with my MTB. He responded sort of smuggly "Yeah, but I only have to put gas in and go."
I responded. "I bet I have a lot more fun refueling than you do!"
He was speachless.