This one just got me singing from start to finish! In fact when I sat down to put it together, I started singing outloud the song I always sing at the beginning of any vacation road trip. Me and Willie Nelson!
"On the road again...I just can't wait to get on the road again.
The life I love is making music with my friends
and I can't wait to get on the road again."
Usually when I break into the second chorus my wife gives me the look.
BUTLER: "You mean this one!" He glares. But it doesn't slow me down.
"Standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona, I'm such a fine sight to see,
It's a girl, my lord, in a flat bed Ford, slowing down to take a look at me.
Take it EAAASSSSSY Take it EEEAAASY
Don't let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy."
BUTLER: "Too late. And that's your daughter, dummy, not just a girl.
BAGMAN: "And it's not a Ford...it's a Harley. But it's big as a Ford."
So now I'm trying to remember the theme from "Route 66" - Buzz Murdock and Todd Styles in their
classic Corvette -- well, it wasn't classic then. Back then it was the newest model.
BUTLER: "Back then, so were you."
So many mailboxes, so few houses...
At least no traffic jams.
May I spoke too soon! Come on! Move it! Honk!
Who's holding up the line?
Is it these guys?
Ring Ring.
"Hello?"
"Excuse me, but could you move over so I can pass?"
No...the line is being held up by this guy!
Hmmm...which path should I take?
Maybe I should ask directions from a cop?
(I like this because in 1968 there was no photoshop and we had to
actually take double-exposures in the camera.
Anybody remember film?)
And there are even roads for airplanes!
Okay, everybody now! Outloud. Sing it like you mean it!
"O-OH BIG OL' JET AIRLINER, DON'T CARRY ME TOO FAR AWAY
O-O-OH BIG OL' JET AIRLINAH, CAUSE IT'S HERE THAT I'VE GOT TO STAY-AY.
mm. Bagman and Butler just left, holding their hands to their ears and slamming the door.
And roads for boats!
And road for ghosts...
Philadelphia Alley in Charleston
where spirits from sailers who dueled and faught here
in the 1700's reach out and touch anyone crazy enough
to walk its length at night.
And there are roads for wagon trains...
These guys claim to be the worlds oldest, continuous wagon train,
traveling to different cities in the U.S. (so why do they say "world's" oldest?)
And there are roads for regular (non-wagon) trains...
I thought I was free of them but Bagman and Butler suddenly burst back in...
BAGMAN: "Roads for trains?!!!"
BUTLER: "Excuse me, but you should not post such an underexposed picture."
I ignore them, remembering this place. 1986. It is where I first met my wife. I feel a future blog coming on. It will probably have more underexposded pictures.
And there are roads for picking strawberries
Don't eat them all before we get back, Honey.
And roads for just having fun...
Unable to contain myself, once again I break into song. Once again Bagman and Butler leave in disgust. But some of you may know this last one....so join right in and sing it with me!
Well my rig's a little old,
But that don't mean she's slow.
There's a flame from her stack,
And the smoke's rolling black as coal.
My hometown's coming in sight,
If you think I'm happy your right.
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight.
The End