This is all rather unseemly, promo and song. Sadly the wheels started coming off round about here, with the making of Mardi Gras, after Tom Fogerty left the group and songwriting duties inadvisably divided up between the remaining trio resulting in a shocking drop in terms of quality all round. This was among the better songs on there and that's a sad reflection of the rest of the record. John Fogerty's strength was never really in terms of love songs as they generally came across as unbridled lust which hasn't endured particularly if indeed it ever passed muster.
This particular song makes little effort to be anything but unbridled lust. The melody is quite passable but the thought of the three remaining members of Creedence swerving onto the hard shoulder bearing down on some poor girl looking to catch a lift was not a particularly attractive one. With a real low-pont, 'Won't you ride on my fast machine?' as the worst, least dignified lyric John Fogerty ever wrote.
As I said the tune has something going for it but generally, sadly it's a snapshot of a band going through difficult times and through the motions with the joy of what they were doing largely spent and their former leader trying to salvage something worthwhile from the impending wreckage and not pulling it off.
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