My best year I made $25,000. Of course, that was back in the '70s.
You get to where you kind of like it, and It's a habit That's hard to break. I still find myself sittin' in a cafe, like a pizza parlor.
Sleepin' in the truck wasn't so bad. Shoot, I kind of liked that, myself.
I'm healed up and I feel great. After going through the fire, it's great to be out performing again.
So it's probably eighty percent luck and twenty percent skill.
My partner and I won the race, and I threw my hat into the air and bent to pick it up. Everyone started laughin' because I had split the back end of my pants out, and I wasn't wearing shorts.