One of the reasons we love long rides is that it gives us time to relax and think. And when we think, we have stupid, stupid thoughts. Tell me your stupid thoughts.

I was riding out in the country a couple of weeks ago and suddenly wondered how many generations of cows have told other cows about cattle guards. I mean, I've never seen a cow try to get out and get stuck, so they must know, right? Who told them?

Is Diamond my girlfriend's real name?

American Ninja would be more realistic if fans got to hurl throwing stars at the competitors.

Yes, I would be in favor of sanctions against any state that would vote Arnold Schwarzenegger or Jesse Ventura as governor.

No, I still don't know why Kim Kardashian is famous.

How did my wife get gonorrhea from a tractor?

Soccer. What's the point?

Yes, I can believe it's not butter.

I usually ponder about the joy of eating bacon.

That Dodge pick up sure was close when it passed me.

Converting km to miles and pounds to kg in my head, then thinking why I use pounds and km, and not kg and km.

Usually have some silly song playing in my head, one that I heard one of my kids playing on the piano the night before. I'd spending the next two hours trying to get it out. Apparently doing puzzles is good for getting out ear worms.

Will the new movie Max be available in IMAX?

Pothole, pothole, pothole. Gee there sure are a lot of potholes in this road.