I’ve been paying attention to every single fruit or taco or water stand that I’ve come across on this bike ride. Every single one of them features at least one — and sometimes more than one — blonde hottie who smiles at you, blinks those big blue eyes, and takes all of your money. They do have marketing down pat here in Iowa, I gotta tell ya.

But’s it’s simply amazing at the sheer number of blondes. They’re like corn or pigs. (Well, they’re not like those things at all, except as it relates to the number of them.)