Were you ever out on a road trip with friends at night;
A cold winter night when frost was on the grass,
And you needed to pee real bad from the beers you’d drank,
So you parked on a deserted shoulder and stood behind the car,
Happy no headlights were in sight as you unzip and sigh with relief,
Taking a deep breath of the cold night air mingled with exhaust;
Sounds of the engine, loud music, and that splashing sound?
Remember the exhilarating feeling of cold air in your nostrils,
Sucked in through a numb feeling nose with a hint of beer breath?
Do you remember?
Ernie Perkins and some of our high school friends remember.
I still remember and sometimes long for that feeling.
Though rare now in older years and a warmer climate,
There are occasions, few and far between, when it happens;
Perhaps in Oklahoma or Kansas, out on a lonely road on a chilly night
I’ll stand there, checking for headlights, shivering in the cold wind
And breathe in that mixture of exhaust laden air through a numby nose
Listening to a deep toned exhaust and loud music from the radio
Drifting back to a time when Ernie and the boys were young
When the unknown road stretched out ahead
And our hearts were full of hope for hot rods, motorcycles and beer;