Two-Lane Blacktop Page #3

of punk road hogs clear across two states.

I don't.

I don't believe I've ever seen you.

Course, there's lots of cars

on the road like yours.

They all get to look the same.

They perform about the same.

If I wanted to bother,

I could suck you right up my tailpipe.

Sure you could.

14.9- $ 5.00.

Thank you, sir.

And you come back.

# Well, a truckload of art #

#From New York City #

Hear those cicadas?

Yeah.

You talk about survival.

Man, those are some freaky bugs.

They spend, uh - They come out

of the ground every seven years.

They live underground

the rest of the time...

and the only time they come out of the ground

is to crawl out of their skins and grow some ring -

grow some wings so they can f***.

And then they die.

But before they die, they manage

to lay some more eggs so that these bugs -

We've got a better life,

haven't we?

- We make them look sick.

- Oh, boy, I'll say.

Well, don't get any splinters.

You bore me.

These are groovy records.

Play one.

- You travelin' with those guys?

- Yeah.

Say, where'd you get

such a far-out car?

Vegas.

I won it shootin' craps.

Thought I'd drive to New York

and spend some money.

I don't care.

I'm just gonna hang loose.

#Busted flat in Baton Rouge #

How fast'll that car go?

- Oh, I don't know.

Pretty fast.

I can take 'im.

I know I can take that antique.

# Took us all the way

to New Orleans #

#I took my harpoon out #

# Of my dirty red bandana #

# Was blowin'sad

while Bobby sang the blues #

# With them windshield wipers

slappin' time #

#And Bobby clappin'hands #

# We finally sang up every song

that driver knew #

How you doin'?

- #Freedom's just another word #

- Fine.

- #For nothin'left to lose #

- Better.

I think we got us a squirrel to run.

#Nothin'ain't worth nothin'

but it's free #

#Feeling good was easy, Lord #

# When Bobby sang the blues #

#Feeling good

was good enough for me #

# Good enough

for me and Bobby McGee #

- You got nothin' in that engine but a bunch of-

- We'll race.

Sure, we'll race.

You're damn right we'll race.

For pinks.

Pink slips?

You mean, for cars?

You wanna race for the whole shot?

That's right.

All the rolling stock.

- Where to?

- You name it.

I n that case, smart-ass,

Washington, D.C.

Right.

Washington, D.C.

Washington, D.C.

J ust a second, man.

No, you're on.

You're definitely on.

- I was going there anyway.

- Show him how to do it.

We put the pinks in an envelope,

send 'em to D.C., general delivery.

First one there waits for his car.

I'll do that. I've done it before.

- How much do we owe you?

- 8.15.

Thank you.

You all come back.

We stay on the country roads.

Less heat that way.

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