>>1020772I saw a sign once by the side of the road which stated:
"The world is not your urinal."
Well, it actually is. I pissed anywhere and everywhere (ok, not on/near buildings when I could help it, but I spent a lot of time very far from buildings). Did people drive by as I took a piss facing away from the road? Yes. Frequently. Did they laugh at the size of my genitals which tend to retract into my body after being rubbed on a bicycle seat all day? Probably not. I'm not too worried either way.
Shitting was a little bit more complicated. When possible, I took advantage of public restrooms, but of course, it frequently wasn't. The next step down was using a trowel to dig a cat hole in some trees. But trees weren't always available either. I shat a couple times using sagebrush as a shield from the road, which also seemed to be appropriately modest.
The worst was needing to shit when there were no outhouses, no trees, no sagebrush, just prairie, prairie and more prairie (pic related). Sometimes the road seemed quiet enough to just dig a hole and squat by the side, hurriedly wiping up when I heard a car coming. It didn't seem so embarrassing, given that I dress like a faggot when I bicycle anyway and close inspection can tell you which side of the chamois my dick has bent too (for the record, right is far more comfortable).
When the traffic was heavier, I ended up doing something I'm not too proud of. I found irrigation tunnels going under the road and did my business in those. I assume/hope that there was enough cow shit and fertilizers in the area for the water passing through there to get thoroughly filtered before going anywhere where the cleanliness might be important.
