YOU Might Be a Rodeo Goat...
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If you ever got pulled over and held by an officer for a lengthy period of time because he didn't like the way you were "making a hole" in race traffic you might be a Rodeo Goat.
If you ever got pulled over and held by an officer for a lengthy period of time because he didn't like the way you were "making a hole" in race traffic you might be a Rodeo Goat.
You might be a Rodeo Goat if think the word "gentlemen" should always be followed by the command, "Start Your Engines."
You might be a Rodeo Goat if you ever got lost taking a new shortcut to the track to avoid traffic.
You might be a Rodeo Goat if you ever caused a yellow flag at North Wilkesboro to let the ambulance out of the infield after you walked into the corner of an open engine compartment door on a race transporter.
You might be a Rodeo Goat if your feet ever turned green for a week after walking through the infield mud and goat poop at North Wilkesboro in your cool blue and yellow shoes matching your race outfit.
You might be a Rodeo Goat if your first GN race (1964) was rained out and you didn't have any money to call for a ride home and got soaked walking a mile to a drug store open on Sunday afternoon where the pharmacist let you use their phone.
If your wife ever told an Alabama State Trooper on the road between Anniston and Talladega that you needed to be locked up you might be a Rodeo Goat.
You might be a Rodeo Goat if you ever volunteered to score a 400-lap race on a 1/3-mile track for a refund of your track admission.
Can't remember what color Joyce's pants were the night I proposed, which was her first dirt track race.
If you ever got locked in the restroom at Martinsville following a rainout you might be a Rodeo Goat.