because nobody would dare hit one, the cows here strut the roads with a cocky abandon like meat-head jocks in a high school hallway.

took my glasses, struck this pose and said “rock star”. yeah, well…nice scarf, steven tyler, it’s 35 degrees out.

in a group setting, i wouldn’t even bother raising the issue of stopping before at least a few hundred miles. but i’m alone this time.
i rode 76km today. fuck it.

chidambaram seems chill.

with a stalk on.