Stay away from the Moors, indeed. I was maybe a year out of college when I saw that movie in the early 1980's, so the main things I remember about it were the graphic violence (pretty tame by today's standards though), the pain-inducing scenes involving the metamorphosis of man into werewolf and, most importantly, the HUMOR. Damn, that movie was funny. I'm not a movie historian or anything, but An American Werewolf in London has to be one of the pioneers in horror/comedy filmmaking. Also, it featured one of my favorite Creedence Clearwater Revival songs.

Don't get me going about "Young Frankenstein."

Yes!

Singing Cycling Cowboy!

Ricardo Montalban?

¿Quién es más macho? ¿Greg, George, Ricardo, o Señor Grumby?

My favorite moment with this photo was when my mom saw it on her digital frame and she felt the joy of this adventure!

What, no beans?

Yes, isn't it time for a little on-the-road warbling/yodeling? Your audience awaits.

My ex drove a similar vehicle in the ASARCO mine in Troy, Montana, a Euclid, or "Yuke". This one is bigger, though, yikes.

MMMmmm, Lucky Charms. Those delicious toasted oats and marshmallow hearts, moons, and four leaf clovers often appear just when I need them too.

All true!!

When we were driving up to Banff and I saw the vast vastness of what you would be riding through, it was hard to imagine specific things that would bring you comfort.

And, poof! The lucky charms appeared when you needed them. Incredible travel companions, the song of the Swainson's thrush, and Sydney the Butterfly landing right there on your glove!

And some pretty fabulous scenery.

And some solid inner strength.

Just the visitor you needed!

Beautiful.

Ouch! 288 days!!!?

That makes my brain hurt, but it looks accurate to me. Except my tires are 26 inch.

Yes it's really out of this world. Thanks for reading!

Well, if it's not my real name, I ought to change it to that.