Every time I hear this song, I am reminded of listening to it as I was cruising down Bald Eagle Mountain with the final steep drop on Interstate 99 over the Little Juinta Run and the Tyrone Exit. Big speed trap, the speed limit is 70 mph but I was doing a few miles over that, and while I didn't pass a cop, I certainly was singing along as ol' Big Red creaked and groaned over the bumps and walloped along that expressway. As I was heading down to good ol' West Virginia past the mill towns and farms of Pennsylvania with their cows and hogs, and smoldering ol' burn barrels.

Truth is that song takes me back to a time that was, back what next year will be 25 years since I was in High School when they played music like that on school bus with ol' Fly 92. That and Country-Western Music. Wasn't into the hick thing when I was in High School, and if anything my taste where the oldies. But it still brings back memories, on music which is now probably considered oldies. The lead singer of Smash Mouth has been dead now for over a decade I'm told, and I keep watching as more people I know from High School come and go. Ransom Wickoff passed I saw in the news. I guess only the good die young. And it's just us crazies and now hillbilly wantabees who are left. I do want to get to West VIrigina. Next year.