Suddenly, once the first runners had flown past, it dawned on the Illbillys that they really ought to be playing
by now (as though those initial speed demons could hear anything beyond the wind whooshing past their
aerodynamic ears anyway), so they naturally began harassing Joe to hurry up and get 'em online, as though
it was his fault they'd all been having a leisurely morning of hanging about, drinking 40s and whistling
at pretty girls.