I learned to drive from a shamanic driving instructor in Boulder named Sam. Sam taught me lots of things about driving, like how to project my forcefield. But Sam didn’t teach 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 human frailty. And everyday triumphs.
One fan even gifted me this 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