Just saw two bicyclists pulled over on 88 headed to Albany from Ithaca. They (the bikers) had GIANT American flags strapped to their backs. The trooper looked pissed, flailing his Bear arms and the cyclists had their jaws agape. This is the perfect opportunity for a song.
Grandmother gangster, bearing down the interstate, don’t care how much it is or long it takes. I’m gonna pedal down this highway, the land of gas and double axels, gonna run til old Smokey and his crew of sirens are off my American flag covered trail!
