So we're driving through Kentucky, and oh man, things are crazy down here. I mean, in Kentucky you can get breakfast at Arby's.
These Carhartt-clad Kentucky hipsters take the bike lane thing to whole new level. "Awww, cars, man, WHYYYY?" To his credit, he seemed to be following all the rules of traffic. I like to imagine that when he woke up that morning he said to himself, My parole officer may have taken my driver's license, but he can't take away dear old Bucephalus here, no way. I would bet cash money they were headed to the nearby Liquor Barn:
(it was, after all, a barn).