Ride

I was feeling kind of riled up about something ridiculous, and I got in my car and started driving. 

After many miles I got to South Dakota and saw Mt. Rushmore from the road. 

The face of Teddy Roosevelt looked down and said, “Where you going?” 

I said I didn’t know. 

The face of Teddy Roosevelt said, “Can I come with you?” 

I said sure. 

The face of Teddy Roosevelt didn’t fit in the car, so I strapped him to the roof. It dented the roof a little, but it was nice to have the company.