The Cowabunga Dude says farewell to his favorite spots and heads into unknown territory.
Give some, take some, it all goes around, right?
Please excuse the detour of a short story inspired from the road.
The Cowabunga Dude names his steed and drinks a bowl of Pho with another of his creed.
The Cowabunga Dude finally leaves the comforts and joys of Portland after cleaning his room and quickly encounters his first battle with an animal.
What would cause someone to hop onto something as conflictingly fragile and tough as a bicycle and ride it through Latin America?