Motorcycles
The accident…
While riding my Harley, I swerved to avoid hitting a deer, lost control and landed in a ditch, and severely banged 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 will take you to my house 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 am 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 and 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 a 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, while unbuttoning her blouse further. “Stay for a while. She won’t know anything, and by the way, where is she?”
I replied, “Still in the ditch with my Harley, I guess.”
Thanks, Gene
