Tonight, after 2 flats, a nasty headwind, and a bazillion hills, we’re staying with my amazing friend and fellow bike your leader, Carolina. We have Indian food in our bellies and our hair is clean. Molly was feeling great until she picked up this book of Roald Dahl’s short stories…the ones he wrote for adults, not kids. It’s some messed up shit. This is her right after reading about Hitler’s mother praying infant Adolf would survive.