Imagine the churros and Ernest meeting Dr. A and Nameless like action stars. Dressed all in black with long coats that flap in a nonexistent breeze. ready to just topple whatever is left of the clinic when they get back.
I grew up on roads like this and feeling the freedom of the wind blowing through your hair with no car in sight and surrounded by singing and laughter and my family. What I would give to be back on these roads again. There is no feeling like it man.