Ten Four Ten Four Pigpen, looks like we got ourselves a convoy.
Jenny’s looking for traveling songs. If somebody were skilled enough to splice that C. W. McCall intro into the early snare-drum loading-up scene from Aliens that gets every military detail so right and concludes with Hudson crowing, “We’re on an express elevator to Hell — goin’ down!” into the extended version of Ministry’s “Jesus Built My Hotrod” and from there into Iggy Pop’s “Repo Man” — man, those’d be some left-lane passing tunes.
I ain’t a trucker no more, and I’m old enough that I usually stay to the center on the freeway these days. But today, I’d bought Mac OS X Ten Four and put it in my bag, and I heard C. W. McCall on the radio on the drive home, and I was on the mountain road and:
Well, I had to put the hammer down and open up them cylinders and feel old Isaac Newton’s heavy abstract ancient hand push my guts backwards as I pegged it up to 100 through them turns.
Drive safe, Jenny, and don’t cut off no truckers, unless you’re a long-haired friend of Jesus in a chartreuse microbus. And in your collegetown destination, the index-finger wave from the steering wheel is a fine thing.
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