somewhere….the road gets smooth

Sometimes….the road we ride is smooth as glass.

Sometimes….it’s a bunch of speed bumps….endlessly uncomfortable.

I was curious what bicycle touring is like in Mexico.

Surely, it can’t all be like this? That would be crazy. Roads like this would explain why all the drug cartels are shooting everybody in sight.

It’s not the drugs….it’s the roads that are making the people so crazy.

Check out the dog in the basket….he’s not enjoying the bumpy roads, either.

That’s good tourism, though….spread the word, “The roads are crappy in Mexico!! Keep your hands on the handlebars, keep looking down, and don’t notice the big blue sky and the wide open vistas!! There’s nothing to see here except a bumpy highway straight out of Hell !!”

That should keep the tourists away.

That should keep Mexico unspoiled…except for driving or riding a bike.

I don’t know about Mexico for bicycle touring….maybe it would be good….but where can you go where the banditos won’t get you?

Where can you go anywhere in the world where the banditos won’t get you?

You could drive down my road and some “bandito” with a rebel flag flapping in the breeze could give you a mighty hassle.

Or….nothing could happen and you might just enjoy the day.

What does Jenny tell me?

“Form follows thought.”

That’s it.

Maybe the roads aren’t so bad in Mexico?

Maybe I should get out a map?

Talk to the locals?

Stand up in the saddle when I start to get jarred by the speedbumps?

Topes stink.

Who needs something that just slows us down, anyway?

Momentum is hard enough to achieve on its own.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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