Westbound and down, loaded 'n Long Haul Truckin',*
He'll try what many have done befo'.
He's got a long way to ride and plenty a time to get there.
He's westbound, just watch ol' Tom go!
*My bike is a Surly Long Haul Trucker
For those of you who live in a cave devoid of Burt Reynolds, Pontiac Trans Ams, and Coors I feel sorry for you and you probably have no idea what the heck I'm talking about. Yesterday when I turned the corner and started heading west for the first time on this trip, I began amending the chorus in the theme song for Smokey and the Bandit. For those of you who still have no idea what the heck I am talking about, here ya go-
Not only was I pretty psyched to be cruising along in the correct direction for once (do you have any idea how many people told me I've been heading the wrong way when I tell them I am biking to Seattle?) but I also love that song and the movie. I'm not lying. One time, my friend Jason and I had a Smokey and the Bandit night. Jeans, western style shirts and trucker hats were de rigueur. We also drank cheap canned beer (in my case it was cheap canned non-alcoholic beer that Jason found somehow) and ate pork sandwiches or something. Then we watched Smokey. Jason's wife, Sheila, said we were ridiculous. Damn, now that I am remembering how awesome that idea was, I think that Jason and I have to make it an annual event.
I may also need to write some more verses....