Possible Gate/Fast Travel song.

[Valles]

I'll top your eighteen wheelers...
With an eighteen-wheeler that flies.
Dave Carter and Tracy Grammar -
Little Liza Jane
when i was just nine days old jumped off my pappy's knee

and i crawled out on the open road, a long-haul trucker for to be

saved my money, bought a rig factory stock and plain

tricked her out give the name, Little Liza, Liza Jane

i said bull dog train, she my ball and chain

chokin churnin rubber burnin Little Liza Jane

i took to haulin overloads across the great divide

missions through the rabbit ears, hell-for-leather, do-or-die,

crosswinds clocked at 80 knots, snow upon the ground,

black ice in the hammer lane, man, that don't even slow me down

bull dog train, she my ball and chain

frettin fussin diesel guzzlin Little Liza Jane

smoky at the chicken coop, he said the road was closed

so i doubled back a mile or so and took this little turn i know

top froze over, bundled out, downgrade ten percent

nailed her into boogie and then down that evil road i went

singin bull dog train, she my ball and chain

slippin slidin skatin glidin Little Liza Jane

road so slick i couldn't, steer snow too thick to see

runnin short on shoulder and my nine loves runnin out on me

sheer cliff risin to the left, drop off to the right

and nothin past that guard rail but a thousand feet of endless night

i said bull dog train, she my ball and chain

racin rockin tight-rope walkin Little Liza Jane

faster now and faster still, couldn't touch the brakes

so i let Liza have her head and i crossed my heart for goodness sake

but underneath that driven snow alligator bait

chomped a tire, road went left, me and Liza went on straight

and we crashed right through that wooden rail, over the side we went

thirty years of smoke and chrome and thirty years of bad intent

streakin like a cannon ball, a comet trail in space

and the stars hung in my window, and the full moon in my mortal face

bull dog train, she my ball and chain

rippin roarin eagle soarin Little Liza Jane

now Lord i pray forgive me for all the wrongs i've done

for all the bambis i have banged and the stogies i have bummed

but as i stand before you, i swear by smoke and steel

that we sailed down past those chasm walls and never grazed a wheel

'cause Liza's tires were spinnin and her cab was cocked just so

that we touched down like a jumbo jet when we hit that valley road below and she

pulled it out like magic on a triple-digit ride

and we made it home ahead of time good luck and trouble on our side

and drivers, when you're weary and you just can't find the trail

if you ask me to reveal the moral of this little tale, i'll say

bull dog train, she my ball and chain

jumpin jammin hammer slammin Little Liza Jane

bull dog train, she my ball and chain

jumpin jammin hammer slammin rippin roarin eagle soarin racin rockin

tight-rope walkin

slippin slidin skatin glidin frettin fussin diesel guzzlin chokin churnin

hellfire burning

Little Liza Little Liza Little Liza Little Liza

Little

    Liza

        Jane

...even if it isn't worth a power, I suspect that Doug would love some of the turns of phrase.
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"V, did you do something foolish?"
"Yes, and it was glorious."