What stupid hippie trip to Hampi, India would be complete without the renting of motorbikes for only $3.00 and paying three times the valid cost for more gasoline than you could ever use in a day?
It was somehow way more safe and fun than motorbikin' in Thailand, because we could afford two bikes and also because there was no traffic save for a few stubborn cows in the road. Nothing like the open road and the wind in my buns. (I had my hair in buns, pervert.) Some of the sights:
On the upside for some reason my boobs look huge in this top (optical illusion). You could hardly blame the man who took this next photo for staring straight into my cleavage without even pretending he wasn't. I almost tipped the bike over trying to escape from him after getting my camera back.
Double d. And somehow, silly pants almost seem dangerous on motor bikes.
I cannot help but smile every time I think of the phrase, "wind in my buns."
Big boobs! I want that shirt!!
I don't know Anonymous...you got $1.50? You ready for all that big-boob responsibility?
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