A few years ago, I did a 116 mile rode from State College to Altoona, and back to State College with several friends from Penn State. As you'd expect, there were lots of hills, especially going in and out of Altoona. Well, at the mid-way point in Altoona we stopped at a Burger King. Before going in for a Coke, I asked if anyone wanted anything. My buddy Homer (name changed to protect his identity, since he might be at the Lancaster Metric) asked for a Whopper Junior, with onions. Much to our shock and awe, he ate that as a mid-ride snack. Not being one to leave well-enough alone, I offered, "Hey Homer, if you want a second burger, I'll buy it for you." He made that one disappear in short order as well. Wouldn't you know it, that sicko was the strongest out of all of us on the way back.

To add insult to injury, Homer ordered a "Death Dog" after about 115 miles when were were on the outskirts of State College. A Death Dog is one of those logs of mystery meat that sits on the rotating grills of the convenience stores, day after day, week after week... but loaded up with all the toppings. I thought that would surely finish Homer off, but he still wanted to sprint down College Avenue at the end of the ride.

The final feat of gastronomical horror occurred at about 3 am, after we had been at the bars all night rehydrating. We made a late night run for the border and stopped at a Taco Bell. You gotta love college towns where you can get food at 3 am! Well, Homer ordered 3 items, including a 7 Layer Burrito. Scary...