YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT
ZERO OUT NOW I’ve written more than a few times in the pages of this magazine that my ADV riding dietary habits leave something to be desired. A snot block and a choccy Moove is hardly the breakfast of champions, while lunching on a half-day old potato cake that’s been lingering in the bain-marie at a Metro servo on the side of the New England Highway is never going to get me a gold star at Stephen Gall’s University of ADV Nutrition. So things have had to start changing. A toasted sanga for brekky and a chicken wrap for lunch have become the new norm. Mostly. As a result, my Macca’s Gold Card doesn’t know what’s hit it — or hasn’t hit it, to be precise. It’s complaining of lack…
