Must be lunchtime, I'm ignoring the tire discussions for the food dept. I am a huge fan of honey. Without really meaning to, somehow I have a collection of about 20 varieties from stateside farmers markets and abroad. Two standout favorites are a lime blossom honey from Italy bought from some airport duty-free somewhere that I'm trying to source before it's gone, delicate and perfumed like my wife on our (erm...) honeymoon. The other is very different, a complex black colored thick buckwheat honey from a farm stand near Billings MT that has become amazing in a semi-crystalline state for peanut butter and honey sandwiches, cut into quarters to carry on long rides in cool weather. I hardly ever use sport drinks, my bottles usually contain cold green tea and local honey with a pinch of sea salt. And Hammer gel has nothing over the bees.