You're to be commended for riding a bicycle to New Mexico. But here's what I think.
I think you showed up in New Mexico with one eyeball hangin' out on your cheek,...a beschitted Brooks bicycle saddle, both knees poppin',...and your buddy talked his girlfriend into driving you to Montana to save your life.
Yeah,...that's what *I* think.
No worries, I'll prob'ly be bear crap shortly.
