Sore Buns
At the end of the Montauk Century—a 100-mile bike ride sponsored by the Five Borough Bicycle Club in NY each year—participants were tired, wet, achy, and hungry. And those arriving to the finish line at the Second House in Montauk after 4:30 pm would have remained hungry if not for our favorite healthy snack: the humble hot dog. Pasta and salad gone, health-conscious cyclists (whom we should note had no problem wolfing down cheesecake, cookies and Gnutella on raisin bread at rest areas along the route) raised hell, grilled the beleaguered Second House staff and spouted invective at 5BBC volunteers. That’s when the dogaganza began. With nothing but hot dogs to satiate the frothing masses grillmen worked overtime and made miracles like Christ with loaves and fishes. Even when buns ran out, cyclists loaded plates with naked wieners and slathered them with packets of Gulden’s mustard. We worry about the effects of such a high concentration of nitrates on deprived bodies, but not really.
