Easy Rider: The Ride Back Page #2

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move, let bygones be bygones?

Let me tell you something.

He didn't like the way I

expressed my freedom back then,

and he's not gonna like it

any better now.

Hey.

What's wrong?

I have to do this.

Stashing the cash in the tank...

family tradition.

Did I stay

too long in the cold?

Did I miss the day

he grew old?

Can I return to the fold?

Is the distance

still the same

I heard the dove

in the peaceful sky

He heard the hawk raise

a battle cry

But the time has run

and the prodigal son returns

Let the eagle fly

Let the banner wave

Over the son

of the land of the free

And the father

Of the home of the brave

I heard a peaceful song

He heard his country

right a wrong

He said,

"Son, I risked my life

So that you could be free"

If there is room

in a perfect sky

When the sun and the moon

don't see eye to eye

And the prodigal son

with no alibi returns

Let the eagle fly

Let the eagle fly

Let the banner wave

Over the son

of the land of the free

And the father

Of the home of the brave

Land of the free

Yeah! Push in there!

Whoo! Yeah! All right!

What's wrong

with that turn, man?

You guys are flying

like eagles.

I just want you to charge into

that wood a little stronger.

I'll tell you what. You cats take a

little rest, and you watch the big dog fly!

Jesus Christ!

I thought I saw a ghost!

I don't know what the hell

you're doing here, brother!

You better be ready to drink

some whiskey, boy! Yee-ha!

I love your

racing school, man.

They love

the big dog!

Crashing in the corner.

Must've totally impressed

the hell out of 'em.

Kiss my ass, huh?

A long time, bro! Ahh!

Nice ride.

Awesome, man!

I f***ing love it!

There you go.

Got a nitro kick

and a gypsy tattoo

I got a place where we can

go look at some tits. Ahh!

She flirts, spins, flexing

every Saturday night

Yee-ha!

I'm Wes... Coast

Smooth.

With the profile tires

and the Second Look bags

With a two-love bench

But just for a while

'Cause there ain't nobody

gonna cramp my style

Oh, yeah!

'Cause I'm Wes

- Hey!

- Coast

Some food. Yeah!

Smoke!

Drink! And f***!

Yee-ha!

So come on, baby

Said don't be shy

Wes Coast is in the house!

You goddamn right he is, baby!

- What'll it be, Wes?

- Whiskey, darlin'. Whiskey.

I'm Wes... Coast

Ha-ha

Here's to Mexican bike trash in the

middle of the border. Here's to it.

I didn't think I'll see

you so soon. What's up?

It's a bit

of a long story.

It all started when Pop

went to live with Shane.

Watch your step.

Okay.

Ward, Pop's here.

How you doing there,

Wild Bill?

Pop, your bedroom's

the first door on the right.

Why don't you get him

settled? I'll be right in.

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