I’m a roadie cook. These are my utensils. Swiss Army knife that C.L. gave me back in Louisiana, very sharp, keep cutting my thumb with it. Opens cans too. And an ultra-light titanium SPORK. I never thought I’d be a person who uses a spork. Now I am. I like it. I keep it in my handle-bar bag, stashed in the zippered-pocket with the pens and the pepper-spray. Sporks and skorts, weird words for two-in-one things. Don’t worry, I don’t do skorts. YET. You just never know what I might do after a trip like this. I hope to never wear a skort, remind me if I get too practical for my own good.