So after cruising past convoy after convoy of military trucks, I finally arrive in Patzcuaro. I find the hotel easily and pull up in front, shut off the engine, and through the ear plugs faintly hear something is not right. I look down and el Churro is pissing on my leg (Problem #6). Now, at first I think my battery has exploded and it is acid as it is coming from the same location, so jump off the bike expecting el Churro to go up in flames.

That’s right, my readers have spoken, you want the fake covid BS, and you want donuts….and I am a man that delivers…well almost. For some reason I wasn’t feeling donuts this day, BUT THERE WILL BE DONUTS.