I remember once being on a long group ride, we had ridden north through Camp Pendleton, and were continuing north on the old 101 -- formerly a highway or even a freeway, but now a giant concrete MUP. I had fallen behind the group, run out of water and was flagging in energy. I found a couple Clif Shot Bloks on the ground that somebody had probably fumbled while trying to get them out of the package while riding. I stopped for them, dusted them off, and ate them. They were glorious!