Do I want a what???

Last year at the Copperopolis Road Race, I think it was the Cat. 5 race, there was a dude that got dropped from the main field(what main field - there were riders scattered all over the course!). The dude meets up with another dropped rider and they decide to just ride the rest of the race for training, etc. During the ride/race, the first dude pulls an object out of his back jersey pocket and hands it to the second dude and says:
"Hey man, want a corndog?"
"A what???"
"A corndog - I brought two - you can have one and I'll have the other one."
"Thanks!"

Ahhh, nothing goes better than sweaty corndogs and vomit launch road races.

On a side note, I would like to let all of you know that the corndog diet officially does not work....well, at least not for me. Yeah, I Guinea Pigged it last year - 3 corndogs for dinner every night, along with plenty of Ketchup(aka catsup....?), and a pint of Gatorade. After about a month, I felt like Morgan Spurlock.