What wasn't so ordinary, was who else happened to be in the New Mexican desert. I was plodding along on, minding my own business when I saw this Cadillac from the 90s coming toward rt 70 from a side desert road. We intersected at about the same time and they stopped right in front of me.
This moustached man with slicked back hair rolled down a deeply tinted window and immediately the aroma of cigar smoke, cologne, and brandy flooded my nostrils. He asked me if I needed a ride and I assured him I was just fine and explained what I was doing. He then informed me, "That wasn't a question."
Then two Italian guys got out of the back of the car and offered me a seat. When I refused, one grabbed me! Being in the middle of the desert I tried to run away but the guy was bigger than your standard refridgerator and let's face it, I'm not.
He threw me in the back of the car and we turned down 70 east. The man in the front started asking me what I was really doing and what I had seen. I told I knew a little bit about a lot of things and I've seen every yard of the route back to Huntington Beach, California.
Apparently, the bloke next to me didn't like my attitude and knocked me out with one gorilla sized fist to the top of my noggin. When I came to, I was chained to a chair in some warehouse. I could see I was still in the desert through the dirty windows and the shadows cast an ugly shadow on the greasy guy that originally "offered" me a ride...
While none of this is true, it would've been a lot more interesting than today was. The route I'm on is now pretty tricky because I have to somehow avoid I-10...we'll see how that goes.
BUT I did see a skeleton. Very stereotypical of the desert so, I took a picture.
I also saw a dead cow and all his cow friends were around him with their heads down. I figured it was his funeral so I didn't take a picture of that, ya know, out of respect.
On a side note, I would like to say "hi" to Katie's grandma Bontrager because I found out she reads my blog. So, Hey grandma Bontrager!!