I usually bring mix with me, for tours and endurance races. I like the cloud of dust that billows out when I mix it on my rear rack. It makes me feel like an evil road chemist, and that simple fact makes it all worth while. Sometimes, I don't even drink it, I just dump it out on the ground so I can go back to being a bicycle chemist, laughing my knowing but sinister laughter. Paranoid glances over the shoulder. Fluorescent stains at the corners of my lips curling skyward, toward an indifferent sun.