Don't Take Your Bikes to Town Bill...

I'm heading off for the Chequamegon Fat Tire Festival with my amigos this morning and awoke to find the follow in a FB message from my brother.
It's adapted from an old Johnny Cash song "Don't Take Your Guns to Town". The young man's name in the song also happens to be Bill.

A young Bike rider named Billy V grew restless on the farm
A man filled with wonderlust who really meant no harm
He changed his clothes and shined his boots
And shaved what hair he had.
And his mother cried as he walked out
Don't take your bikes to town son
Leave your bikes at home Bill
Don't take your bikes to town.
He laughed and kissed his mom
And said your Billy Johns a man
I can ride my bike as quick and straight as anybody can
But I wouldn't bike without a cause
I'd run nobody down
But she cried again as he drove away... Don't take your bikes to town son
Leave your bikes at home Bill
Don't take your bikes to town
He sang a Frank Sinatra song as he pedaled hard. His bike picking up some speed
He rode into Chequamegon town
A smile upon his face
He stopped and looked upon the hills as he walked into a dusty bar
Where he laid his money down
But his mother's words echoed again
Don't take your bikes to town son
Leave your bikes at home Bill
Don't take your bikes to town
He drank his first cold Summit then to calm his shaking legs
And tried to tell himself he had become a mountain biking man
A dusty dude at his side began to stare him down
And he heard again his mother's words
Don't take your bikes to town son
Leave your bikes at home Bill
Don't take your bikes to town
Filled with adrenaline then
Billy John reached for his water bottle to draw
But the stranger drew his bottle first and caught ole bill off guard As Billy John
careened off course
The crowd all gathered 'round
And wondered at his final words
Don't take your bikes to town son
Leave your bikes at home Bill
Don't take your bikes to town

Have a great weekend everyone!