When I first heard he'd been injured, I was afraid his taste for motorcycles had finally caught up with him. I live two blocks from Klein, Texas--I can show you where he goes to church when he's home. Actually, I saw him in concert in Des Moines, Iowa, of all places; somebody in the audience had their baby with them and every time the lights flashed off the face of Lyle's guitar, the baby would squeal (it was quiet otherwise). He thought it was pretty funny--every once in awhile between songs he would turn the guitar a little to hear the baby laugh.
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