I learned to drive from a shamanic driving instructor in Boulder named Sam.
Sam taught me how to ward off wildlife using my energetic forcefield. Cause: Boulder.
But I still needed to work on some basics, like parking.
That’s how I ended up practicing my 3-point turn at a parking lot in Longmont where I met the truck of my dreams.
People really relate to Wyoming Truck because it’s a song about our oh-so-human flaws. Everyday triumphs. And the power of friendship.
We love hearing folks sing along and request an encore of the song at our shows.
One fan even gifted me the Wyoming license plate from her son’s truck.
Here
beside my
new truck
pal/I feel
more
resolute/
Not to brag
(oh WYO
not!)/I’m
also super
smart and
cute
This
second-hand
steel halo
fits me nice