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[Sallie Carlson (wacsc11945]

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From: Robert Ahrenkiel <gp-bob11 [at] att.net>
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Sent: Saturday, January 5, 2019 7:05 PM
Subject: Re: Last ride on my Harley

hahhahahaaaaaaaaaa   Dave, decades ago while using radar on Mission Blvd. between

Mission San Jose and Warm Springs I pulled over a lady for speeding (like 60 in a 45 mph area.)  She was driving a sports convertible, top down, something like a TR-4.  When I 

got to the side of the car I saw that this lady was young and VERY pretty.  Asking and receiving

her drivers lic. and registration I walked back to my car, did a warrant check and wrote out

a citation.  Returning to her car I handed her the ticket book and asked her to sign.  As I

looked down at her I'm sure my eyes were like a deer's eyes caught in a spot light.  You 

know those little sports cars had those large transmission bumps sticking up between the

drivers and passengers seats?  O.K.?  Now get this picture.  This little filly had her RIGHT

foot UP ON TOP of this hump.  Left foot on the floor next to the drivers door, wearing a mini,

mini, mini skirt and NO panties.  I'm sure the clam was singing a song as she looked up into my eyes with this gracious smile and asked, "Officer, is there anything I can do so I don't

get this ticket.  Guess what happened next?  Honest Abe had her sign, gave her a copy

and as I walked back to my car she screeched off.  

For some of you this is a repeat.

On Saturday, January 5, 2019, 3:58:30 PM PST, twopopes2 [at] juno.com <twopopes2 [at] juno.com> wrote:

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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."