A man is cruising trough Hillbilly country

Mr Smith is cruising in his convertible trough HillBilly country. The landscape is barren, large fields and the occasional tree.

Suddently, Mr Smith notices a man on top of a tree: a Hillbilly. He gets closer to ask for directions and he is baffled:

BRAAAMM BEEEMM BEEEEEEEM BEEEEEEEEEMMM BRA BRA BRA BEEEMMMM, shouts the HillBilly while riding a imaginary motorbike.

 

Mr Smith is stunned, and just cruises along. A mile away he notices another tree. There is another Hillbilly on the tree, portraying yet another imaginary motorbike

BRAAAAAA BAAAAA BAAAAA BA BA BAA BEEEEEEEMMMM

 

"What the hell is going on?" wonders Mr Smith, as he drives off.

Another mile away he notices a Hillbilly sleeping on a tree. He pulls over and asks:

 

"Excuse me sir, why are some guys back there pretending to ride motorbikes on top of trees"?

The hillbilly suddenly wakes up very startled

 

"Holy shit they are already back there?!?! NO TIME TO LOSE!"

BA BRAAAAA BAAAAAAAAAA BEEMMMMMMMMMM BA BA BA