The goat’s loose. Again.
Somewhere between a warehouse alley and a TV cop-show chase scene, a green GOAT muscle car is laying rubber under a billboard that reads CATCH ME IF YOU CAN. The driver is a goat. The grille says GOAT. The plate on the cruiser behind him says FIVE-OH. The wet pavement is doing the rest of the talking.
This one’s for the nights that smelled like burnt rubber and bad decisions. Dock doors half shut. Sodium lights buzzing. A siren somewhere behind you and a muscle car that was never built to behave. Same energy as the street-race movies and the old cop shows, just with a better sense of humor and a better mascot.
Soft, loud, and built for anybody who still checks the rearview when a classic lights up the next lane. The goat’s already gone. You’re just wearing the proof.