She doesn’t have a convertible. And I only got as close as a Yamaha 650
about 40 years ago.
Kevin (but I did run it into a earthen bank once)
On Sat, Feb 13, 2021 at 15:41 <markall@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Ohh...was that YOUR wife I passed?
MA
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From: "flyingpigforge"
To: "gtd-net@xxxxxxxxxxxxx"
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Sent: Saturday February 13 2021 12:31:16PM
Subject: [gtd-net] MY LAST HARLEY RIDE
While riding my Harley, I swerved to avoid hitting a deer,
lost control and landed in a ditch, severely banging my head.
Dazed
and confused I crawled out of the ditch to the edge of the road when a
shiny new convertible pulled up with a very beautiful woman who asked, "Are
you okay?"
As
I looked up, I noticed she was wearing a low cut blouse with cleavage to
die for...
"I'm
okay I think," I replied as I pulled myself up to the side of the car to
get a closer look.
She
said, "Get in and I'll take you home so I can clean and bandage that nasty
scrape on your head."
"That's
nice of you," I answered, "but I don't think my wife will like me doing
that!"
"Oh,
come now, I'm a nurse," she insisted. "I need to see if you have any more
scrapes and then treat them properly."
Well,
she was really pretty and very persuasive. Being sort of shaken and weak,
I agreed, but repeated, "I'm sure my wife won't like this."
We
arrived at her place which was just few miles away and, after a couple of
cold beers and the bandaging, I thanked her and said, "I feel a lot better
but I know my wife is going to be really upset so I'd better go now."
"Don't
be silly!" she said with a smile. "Stay for a while. She won't know
anything. By the way, where is she?"
"Still
in the ditch with the Harley, I guess.
