We headed for El Roble, where we planned to leave the bikes and gear. A few days from now, we are renting a car and picking up Sarah’s mom, who is flying into Costa Rica for a vacation. Sarah kept referring to the city as “Roble, Roble”, which reminded me of the utterances of the Hamburglar, my second favorite villain of all time, from the old McDonald’s commercials.
Whenever I consider taking up a life of crime, I recall the Hamburglar. Scared straight? You bet!
For days I’ve had his masked image stuck in my head. It also had me longing for the days when McDonald’s fries were cooked in lard, along with the original deep fried apple pie.
That was an innocent time, before the hippies turned into Gordon Gekko, when, unrestrained by a carseat, I could crawl around the back seat of the station wagon and then jump into the way back — a time when smoking cigarettes and drinking was good for you — all of which I thoroughly enjoyed, carpooling home from a tough day of dealing with the nuns at Catholic school.
Back in the present, it was another hot, hot day. Fortunately we did not have to go far to travel to our Warm Showers host’s house (thank you Alexander!). We took it slow, swam when we could, drank coconut water and sought out shade.