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Monday, April 10, 2006
California Speeding
Short story by VictorM
“I was coming from Yosemite Park, driving thought the winding roads of the California country roads, enjoying the sunny day and the mellow music when all of a sudden this female, frantically waving her arms jumped on to the road right in front of me. I had to swerve dangerously to avoid hitting her and managed to get around her. My heart was pounding as I looked in the rear view mirror and saw she was running in my direction, screaming at me to stop.
I was about to step on the gas pedal and drive away from this crazy nut when I noticed two big men chasing her. Seeing them closing in on her, her screams pleading for help became even louder. I hit the breaks and reached over to open the passenger door. She very quickly jumped in and screamed, “Go! Go!” I started driving away while watching the two men wave their fists in anger and then turn around and head back.
I finally calmed down enough to take a good look at the woman. She was in her mid-twenties, a stunning woman. She had a skimpy outfit, very low cut, revealing a well-endowed chest. She looked like a Playboy centerfold.
She proceeded to tell me she was very grateful for me stopping and she would do anything to show her appreciation. She leaned a bit closer. I could smell her delicious scent and see quite a bit of her chest and legs. Slightly tan, long blonde hair, and shaped like a love goddess, she was the stereotypical California girl.
She started telling me that she had been at a party, stayed overnight, and once all her friends left these two men started getting a bit rough with her. Being in the middle of farms, screaming did her no good, so she hit one of them and ran onto the street. Luckily, she said, I came along and saved her life.
Just as she started running her soft hands on my shoulder, I looked in the rear view mirror and could see the two men riding Harleys, carrying baseball bats, looking very menacing. I shouted, “Oh, shit” and she looked back and saw them too. Screaming in fear, she pleaded for me to speed away. I hesitated knowing the speed limit was 55 miles an hour, but she leaned in and placed her foot on top of mine, pressing the gas pedal down. The car took off at a dangerous speed.
And that, officer, is why I was speeding.”
The cop bent down and looked at my empty passenger seat. He handed me a speeding ticket.
One thing I hate about cops – they have no imagination.
As the cop walked back to his car, I closed my window and asked her, “So, what’s your name?” as my car pulled away.
“I was coming from Yosemite Park, driving thought the winding roads of the California country roads, enjoying the sunny day and the mellow music when all of a sudden this female, frantically waving her arms jumped on to the road right in front of me. I had to swerve dangerously to avoid hitting her and managed to get around her. My heart was pounding as I looked in the rear view mirror and saw she was running in my direction, screaming at me to stop.
I was about to step on the gas pedal and drive away from this crazy nut when I noticed two big men chasing her. Seeing them closing in on her, her screams pleading for help became even louder. I hit the breaks and reached over to open the passenger door. She very quickly jumped in and screamed, “Go! Go!” I started driving away while watching the two men wave their fists in anger and then turn around and head back.
I finally calmed down enough to take a good look at the woman. She was in her mid-twenties, a stunning woman. She had a skimpy outfit, very low cut, revealing a well-endowed chest. She looked like a Playboy centerfold.
She proceeded to tell me she was very grateful for me stopping and she would do anything to show her appreciation. She leaned a bit closer. I could smell her delicious scent and see quite a bit of her chest and legs. Slightly tan, long blonde hair, and shaped like a love goddess, she was the stereotypical California girl.
She started telling me that she had been at a party, stayed overnight, and once all her friends left these two men started getting a bit rough with her. Being in the middle of farms, screaming did her no good, so she hit one of them and ran onto the street. Luckily, she said, I came along and saved her life.
Just as she started running her soft hands on my shoulder, I looked in the rear view mirror and could see the two men riding Harleys, carrying baseball bats, looking very menacing. I shouted, “Oh, shit” and she looked back and saw them too. Screaming in fear, she pleaded for me to speed away. I hesitated knowing the speed limit was 55 miles an hour, but she leaned in and placed her foot on top of mine, pressing the gas pedal down. The car took off at a dangerous speed.
And that, officer, is why I was speeding.”
The cop bent down and looked at my empty passenger seat. He handed me a speeding ticket.
One thing I hate about cops – they have no imagination.
As the cop walked back to his car, I closed my window and asked her, “So, what’s your name?” as my car pulled away.
