Cowboy biker

I had to climb over a little fart of a mountain today called sierra blanca. On the far side of the hill was a border patrol check point. the trucks were backed up about half a mile. Everysemi truck that had passed me going up the hill was waiting at the check station.
I whizzed by them all on the shoulder waving my hat in the air and whooping like a rodeo cowboy.
When I pulled up to the border patrol station, the guard waved me through and said,'' very funny biker boy.''