A caravan of at least four monster trucks, on trailers, up the road. Purple, blue, digital camo, and ... the fourth color (rust?) escapes me. Afterwards, a person on a zero-turn riding lawnmower pulled into the gas station to fill up their tank, a local phenomena around which I'll never be able to wrap my brain: wouldn't they waste more than the convenience's worth of fuel driving the lawnmower there and back?