I look much better hung than Jim. He looks like a freak. I look like a stud.
Oh, and by the way, on this stretch of road, we rode through numerous grass fires. All sorts of smoldering embers to ride through circulating in the air. Some of the fires were large. What amazed me about the whole thing is that the Mexicans just really did not seem to care that major acreage might disappear. Life just went on. No emergency vehicles. No fire trucks. Nothing but fires along the sides of the roads and mountains. Nobody even slowed down to look (except for us, on account of being on bikes and all).
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