When hitchhiking through Armenia in summer you would regularly spot these trucks overloaded with hay. Often the boys who put it on the truck would ride on top of it for a while before being dropped off wherever they needed to be. Even though I tried to thumb ‘em down everytime I saw them, they have never stopped. My Big Dream is to hitch one on top with my Summer Love, some du vin, du pain et du Boursin, have a little picknick and just see where we get off.. (Bad? Just going to leave it in there anyway.) Yes, somewhere so deep inside me you’d have to sell my organs, I’m still some sort of romantic. And also because it would make a cool story, bro.
P.S. Sort of allergic to hay too. Extra fun!