The Legend of Guitar Mike
Luminescent sky, sun shining on golden grass,
US 89 headed to Bozeman, a day I'll not forget.
Flat sixes wailing, we were heavy on the gas as
The road unfurled miles ahead, traffic seldom met.
Guitar Mike's legend was born on this Montana highway.
Hitting sixth gear, the miles were going by fast.
Climbing a hill, a sheriff coming the other way;
When the radar unit came on, the leader had passed.A mile back, Guitar Mike watched miles sail by
As the light bar came on up ahead.
Quick as a flash, he was eye-to-eye
With the sheriff whose radar unit read
One hundred and seven, an infraction of 37.
But what about the three cars up ahead
And the two cars behind praying to heaven?
"I clocked you on radar," was all the sheriff said.Fourth in the convoy and a ticket to pay.
It makes no sense, so think what you like,
When Porsche owners gather someone will say,
"Have you heard the Legend of Guitar Mike?"