I think that possibly he had some mental problems. If I had run into him at a campground I would have been a little nervous. The thing that really makes it stick in my mind was the way everyone was ignoring him. I tried to be extra normal to the waitress(as normal as you can be wearing a bright yellow shirt in a small town diner while on the end leg of a thousand mile bike ride)to make up for the wierd guy in the corner.
Funny thing, his bike and gear seemed much more expensive than mine. Maybe he had figured out some super hydration trick with toast, I don't know.

Couple years later on a super lightwieght trip I stopped at a blueberry stand and bought more blueberries than I had cargo room for(durned ultralight kit). So I stuffed a bunch into my water bottles, and drank blueberry water untill I stopped and finished them. Made me wonder about my sanity...