It is true that we got passed by a motoboy wearing shorts, carrying two large bags of stuff and with a rubber chicken riding shotgun (na garupa in Portuguese). This is not, of course, in São Paulo but in Piracaia about two hours from the city.
Piracaia is on our way to the fazenda (the ranch where we rent a house) and the first town where you really notice that you are no longer following city rules. Population is only 23,000, and I would suggest that horses might have been counted to make up that number. In case you are wondering (doubtful, but possible), the name Piracaia comes from the Tupi language and means "baked fish."
Now the horses have also been passed by the rubber chicken.
Apparently Piracaia is also home to the largest crucifix in the world, the Santo Cruzeiro, which is 14 meters (46 feet) tall. I've never seen it. Might have to go find it. Also a church that has all the popes painted on the ceiling...haven't seen that either. Santo Antonio da Cachoeira. Might have to see that too. So much to see, so little time.