It's a LW thing: after they race they often try to become heavyweights, as quickly and as scrumptiously as possible. Butterfat also is an infallible cure for erg cough.
I knew that Dennis Hastings and several others had eaten quart after quart of ice cream after last year's Crash-Bs, and so I let it be known that I'd found a store selling the stuff not too far from the Novotel. Mass expedition ON, after the dinner at Nereus RC.
Ice cream's at the Shell station at Evropaboulevard 24, to be exact, in case you're ever back in the neighborhood and need sustenance. They sell pints (or their metric equivalent) of Ben and Jerry's, along with Dutch versions of Dove bars. Unfortunately they didn't or don't have spoons.
I won't reveal which of our ravenous teammates swapped lessons in eating tub ice cream without the bother of utensils (fingers vs. you rip the carton down as you chomp), or which one(s) finished their Cookie Dough completely on the walk back to the hotel....
Me, I had some sort of caramel ripple, with a real spoon, back at the hotel. Noah can back me up. Okay, there WAS also a chocolate bar on the walk back, but we heavies have to struggle to maintain bodyweight too....
