You get tired of cleaning the dead bugs off the helmet visor every day. I must have killed about a thousand last might. We pulled into a gas station in Montrose last night, when a local came up and asked us if we saw the huge black bull on the side of the road. We did not. I guess he was loose and waiting to cross the road. Hitting a bull would be no softer then running directly into a brick wall I'm sure. Hopefully we won't find out.
No comments:
Post a Comment