In my rural pueblo of Orocuina, Honduras, I like to go for Sunday morning bike rides to neighboring aldeas and visit with the locals. One Sunday morning found me riding along, when I came into contact with this small truck completely covered in anything your plastic heart could desire. I was so flabergasted that I bust out laughing!
As the day progressed, I continued back to my pueblo, crossing paths with the truck along the way. We would wave and say 'Adios' to each other, as he brought lots of necessities to the locals.