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White Streak

by Mike Kornrich

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A wild funny story of riding a motor cycle from Rochester, NY to Los Angeles with trouble along the way.

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The White Streak - words and music Mike Kornrich c.2022

1975 Me and Steve were heading out west
Motorcycles loaded with what we needed to dress
I hid some weed and a homemade pipe in the taillight

Through New York, Ohio ,Indiana, MIssouri
We really weren't in any big hurry
And we slept under the stars each night

Boulder, Colorado, waved to a mountain cat
Utah then south to a desert town called Mexican Hat
I stopped to give a Navajo gas for his dirt bike

He was chasin' mustangs through the desert for fun
Out there in the Monument Valley sun
After my good deed I revved up my bike to 75 to see what it felt like

Was cruisin' at 75 round a left turn and as I slowed
Up ahead was a jeep and 2 dudes walking down the road
I veered to the right a bit too far 'til I was driving in the desert dirt

Flipped the cycle head over heels in the sand
Saw that white streak of my life goin' by in reels. Far out man!!!
I guess it's called the silver cord but the only chord I know is in this guitar work

I was laying in the sand out cold as concrete
When I woke the 2 dudes were on each arm lifting me on my feet
They said "We're Jehovah's witnesses, you alright?

I thought "What the hell, I'm must be in heaven"
(Pause-music goes another round)

But I knew when I saw my cycle and the jeep
I wasn't in heaven but still allive and not asleep
To the nearby hospital they took me and the cycle with a broken taillight

Sitting on the x-ray table they said my bones were OK
A big Navajo sheriff was holding my peace pipe at bay
And he was eyeing it with an evil grin

On that homemade pipe was my drawing of a stoneman cartoon
With long hair and tongue hanging like a goon
And I was shaking in my shoes like a monkey drinking gin

The sheriff and his deputy that would just as soon shoot ya.
Said "Son, you know what we'd like to do to ya"
They searched all the clothes from my American flag backpack by layin' em out flat on the parking lot.

The search turned up nothing, I guess I got lucky
Cause the weed musta blew halfway to Kentucky
When the taillight broke to pieces somewhere at the desert crash spot

Since the search had failed no charges were made
Next day the Jehovah dudes came to the hospital to say
"We hope you find what you're searching for"

I thought what they said was kinda funny with the cops searchin' and all
And I guess I WAS searching for something in that crazy long haul
But all I found was a bent motorcycle and my butt was sore

They kept my stoneman peace pipe and we got to California in one piece
But I keep thinking 'bout that movie of my life going by and about to cease
And why dont I just settle down with a family and make peace with the police

Well I found was I was searching for with a family and a home
And the next time I get the wild notion to roam
I think I'll rewind that life white streak reel and call it "Turning Over a New Leaf"

That white streak still haunts me

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released September 12, 2022
Mike Kornrich vocals and guitar

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