So one of the greatest things about being on the road is the insufferable about of ridiculously unhealthy food that we allow ourselves to shove into our pieholes.

Example A: TGI Friday's Fried Mac & Cheese. I can't even begin counting the pending heart attacks I must have added onto my life's dwindling years by gobbling down starch drenched in government cheese drenched in motor oil.

Example B: Milkshake in the morning. And no, I'm not talking about an early-day scuffle in the sack with Kelis. I'm talking about us lactose-intolerant-ass Asians stinking up the tour car from New York to Massachusetts.

Example C: Steel Reserve. Tall cans and roaming the streets of Midtown Albany. Need I say more?