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This must surely be considered one of the greatest miracles that I've ever benefited from. I was in the absolute, serious, middle of Norwegian fjord nowhere. I was almost out of food. It was Sunday - no chance of finding food on a Sunday evening. The only thing I had to eat was a bag of mozarella pizza cheese and some butter. Not exactly the best of situations. And I had missed some food opportunities and was getting seriously hungry. In the most remote and roughest place of my whole ride in Norway, I had just summited on of the tougher climbs I've ever ridden and - lo! A hot dog stand. AND! It was open! I thought it was a mirage. I bought quite a bit there, needless to say. That really saved my butt.
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