The Ride of a Life Time

Free wheeling down the hill chuck-a-bang out of fuel referring quickly to my map a gas pump is what I need. Right at the bottom of the hill appears a grand and wacky garage flying a flag and a sign fill up here folks your last chance. Barely making it I pull in and soon the gas chugs happily filling up my tank getting high on the fumes. Sign says open on café door I fight my way through the muddy forecourt to the ramshackle hut. Filling up on eggs and grits total cost comes to ten bucks walking out I get back on backfiring like a ray-gun. I ride off down the block bravo someone hollers as with clatter and bang I follow on down the route Oh yah freedom ahead as my bike revs loudly I chug-a-chug down the famous route 66. Old signs a-plenty diners right out of the fifty's line good ole route 66