Right as we were leaving Des Moines, we took a trip through Pleasant Hill
‘Cuz “Sumbitch Hill” wouldn’t fit on the squad car

I knew right away whoever named the town “Pleasant Hill” wasn’t a bicyclist.  If there’s a hill, it ain’t pleasant.  A bicyclist would have called it, “That big mound of dirt in the middle of the road that makes us sweaty and out of breath- Ville.”

Ehh.  Maybe Rand-McNally vetoed that one for “Pleasant Hill.”  “Naw, we’re not calling it that.  Won’t fit on the map.  Pick another name.  We’re up against deadline.”