May 30, 2003 GOOD OL’ BOY The good ol’ boy and his good ol’ wife Were sittin’ at the intersection. They both looked right to get on the road, And paid no attention to the bike. The bike was climbing up the hill, Going slowly and working hard. As the bike reached the intersection, The trashy pickup started to move. The Stoker yelled to the Captain, “Watch out, he’s not looking!” The Captain cringed, and hit the brakes, He leaned the bike hard right. The bike got stopped just in time, And the pickup stopped as well. The good ol’ boy, rolled down his window, And said a thing or two. About not seeing the bike of two Dressed in screaming yellow and bright red too. The Captain gave him a mean old stare, And thumbed him onto the road. The thumb in the heart of the Captain true, Was the middle finger of the normal hand. Ron