My ride literally stunk. As in offensive to the olfactory senses. I smelled the dead animals on the road, the horsecrap from the mexican circus I passed, jet fuel from the airport, rotting dumpster juice and that rich and hearty tailpipe aroma of the interstate. I'm not sure why I noticed all these things today.
I also saw the box lid for a hispanic porno tape in the weeds.
And, I passed a motorcycle guy on an imitation Harley with a turtleshell helmet with a spike coming out of the top and he yelled, "Get a real bike!". So I yelled, "No, YOU get a real bike!". Fortunately, he didn't come back to shoot me, like in Easy Rider.