Lunch And Racing Fuel

Driving home after my triathlon yesterday. An hour south west of Tuscaloosa and I pull off to refuel the car and my belly as a small gas station / grocery. Grabbing a bite at Subway, inside the store, when I noticed the oddest stack of cans I've ever seen. Had to look three times. Thought is was a joke, actually. Like cigarette-shaped candy for kids. But it was real. Miniature barrels of racing fuel, conveniently located next to the potato chips!

So you could pick up a pecan log, some pork rinds, and a half tank of jet fuel for the dragster on your way to the track.  Only in The South...