Mo-peds are the new wave.

Do you want pizza delivered in Cabo? It.can.be.done.

Domino’s pizza exists. You call. You order. Then, you either pick it up, or have it delivered.

If it were me, I’d have it delivered. Why? Because I cannot even look at the pizza deliverers without cracking up. (I saw one the other day.)

Seriously, the pizza delivery boy wore a full-face covering helmet (it’s like 100 degrees), complete with advisor. He sat upon a red mo-ped (hahahahahaha) with a square milk-crate shaped heater attached (via a bunjee cord?) to the back. The sound is like that of a swarm of about 13 bees. ZZZZZZZ… If I used the word “jankey,” now would be the perfect time.

The driver’s knuckles appeared to be white and tight as he appeared to pray that his little weed-wacker on wheels made it up the 90 degree, cobblestone street. It was hilarious.

Hilarious.

The only thing better than watching the mo-ped go up the hill, was watching the pizza guy go down the hill.

Quite honestly, he would have been safer walking his moped up the hill and then walking it down the hill.

Unbelievable. Mexico is great.

(Note: the picture at top was googled. But, it accurately represents what we're dealing with down here.)