Reality Check by Dave Whamond for March 04, 2018

…trains and boats and planes, they mean a trip to Paris(Texas) or Rome(Georgia)…

IIn 55 we were makin’ Thunderbirds so I’m in love with my car. So hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back no more. After all it’s paradise by the dashboard light.

Do they wish they were homeward bound?

If you want to be on the road again, the best way is on Willie’s bus!

https://youtu.be/iFPGdfsVwxY

Just stay at the Hotel California for the night, for a nice surprise….

Imagine that.

Just hop on the Grand Funk Railroad until you’re closer to home.

There’s the train they call “The City of New Orleans” with three conductors & 25 sacks of mail. If that won’t work, out on the bay is the Sloop John B.

NO…SLEEP…’TIL BROOKLYN!!!

“She was going to be an actress and I was going to learn to fly.” So true in so many ways.

Another comes on and another comes on

Another one rides the bus

Hey, who’s gonna sit by you

Another one rides the bus

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Weird Al Yankovic

All this stress is putting you on a ‘Highway to Hell’.

Hop on the Chattanooga Choo Choo.

Did they check the Power Station?

make a new plan, Stan

No need to be coy, Roy….

I’d of told them to got to the Hotel California, it’s just a short walk down the highway. Look for the shimmering light.

Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard that song before.

Just readin’ the toons when an episode of Name that Tune broke out.

Inside, outside, where have I been?

Out of my brain on the 5:15.

(Out of my brain on the train!)

See that train over there?

That’s the train of freedom.

It’s about to ’rive any minute now.

You know it’s been long, long overdue—

You better look out, ‘cause it’s comin’ right on through…

And out on the edge of darkness, there lies a peace train.

There’ll be trains of blossoms,

There’ll be trains of music,

There’ll be trains of trust, trains of golden dust.

Come along and surrey on sweet trains of thought!

1968, senior year. Girls’ high school cafeteria, before the first bell. Nuns have, for reasons know only to themselves, installed a juke box in said cafeteria. Breakfast: Vending machine brownie and Dr. Pepper. Song playing: “We gotta get outta this place, if it’s the LAST thing we EVer doooo. We gotta get outta this place…Girl, there’s a better li-ife for me and….you.” They were right.

I am loving these strips!

1973. The girl with the long blond hair and T-bird that we all rode around with when we ditched has become a hippy and is temporarily working for the veterinarian I’m working for. She plays guitar. One day after work the doctor and staff are all in the back of the vet’s. She gets out her guitar and we do a duet: “I’m leavin’, on a jet plane. Don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh babe, I hate to go…” I never see her or hear of her again. I hope her jet plane landed someplace good.

In the shuffling madness. Of the locomotive breath. Runs the all-time loser. Headlong to his death. Oh, he feels the piston scraping. Steam breaking on his brow. Old Charlie stole the handle. And the train—it won’t stop going. No way to slow down

People get ready, there’s a train a comin’

♫ I don’t want to cause no fuss, but can I buy your magic bus? ♫

Very punny!

That’s O.K., we’ve all got a Ticket to Ride!

But wait, “I hear that train a comin’, comin’ ’round the bend!”

it takes a lot to laugh. It takes a train to cry.

Will it keep a-rollin’ all night long?

Thanks all for the entertaining comments! Thanks Dave W. for the excellent toon!

Thanks all for the entertaining comments! Thanks Dave W. for the excellent toon!

Why is this doubling?

Why is this doubling?