I gotta say, Tad, you got skills. That was a desription of steelheaders to the letter. I'm as guilty as the next guy.....I've been known to laugh at guys for no particular reason, and curse at guys for no particular reason.

When you think about it more closely though, you could have used that SAME poem studded with different terms to describe most groups of people. When you're driving, everyone going slower than you is a dumba$$, and everyone going faster than you is a psycho. At the Post Office, the guy in front of you holding up the line is a di(khead, and people who are impatient behind you are a$$holes.

I think we'd all live longer if we just mellowed out a bit. After reading your fine poem, I'm going to try mellowing out a little myself. Thanks, TD. wink
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She was standin' alone over by the juke box, like she'd something to sell.
I said "baby, what's the goin' price?" She told me to go to hell.

Bon Scott - Shot Down in Flames