I was in a southern Indiana casino feeding the dollar slots last weekend. There was a hot lady playing a machine two machines down from me. She would smile at me every time I looked her way which I must admit got me interested. She was downing the drinks fairly fast.
After a while I got bored with the machine I was playing and pocketed my coins, walked up behind her and gave her a kiss and the cheek and told her it would change her luck. She reacted with a big smile and said, I really hope so!
I went to the blackjack tables and started playing the cards and for the most part, forgot all about the chick.
About an hour and a half later I felt a kiss on the cheek, looked around and it was her. She said thanks, your kiss worked. She had hit a 500 dollar jackpot and was going to cash in.
She ask me if I would like to get out of there and I said, hell yeah. I explained to her that I was on my bike and would have to follow her because I was not going to leave my bike there.
She said .........follow me!
I followed her to a pretty posh neighborhood and we went inside her house. She began fixing Crown and Cokes and we got pretty trashed.
After about an hour of drinking she took my hand and led me to the bedroom where we pretty much trashed the bed in every position.
After the marathon we were laying there talking and I heard something move in the closet and she knew I heard it.
I got up and headed to the closet and she jumped out of bed and grabbed my hand and said, it was just the cat or something. I said..........cats ***, I want to know what that was and kept going.
About the time that I grabbed the folding closet door handle, out came her husband, a pudgybig ugly dude. This pretty much scared the crap out of me at first but then started freaking me out because this dude had watched every thing we did.
I got pretty fired up and was pretty much ready to stomp this dude and he knew it. He started telling me that he was an officer of the law and advised me that if I got violent he would have me thrown in jail. Hell I didn't know what to do.
I told him that he was a sick Mo Fo and I got my clothes on and left.
I had gotten about two miles from her house when a cruiser came out of nowhere and hit his blue lights.
On top of being really drunk, I knew that her ugly A$$ husband had probably called me in. I down shifted and redlined my 14 and lost the cop in about two minutes or less.
I think I will go over to Kentucky, get a new tag, and paint my bike a different color. This chick was good but not worth the trouble and expense.

Such is the life of Rocketman!

 

hahaha, ok **** star. Paint the ride and continue on.

 

I've written some pretty cool stories before. I was seriously considering becoming a writer at one point in my life. Sometimes I still think I should. A ZX-14 wouldn't be bad either.

 

Ha Ha Ha ...... thats great.

Pull up there tommorow (dead sober) an tap it again. lol

 

You know what I'd do in that situation? Probably fly away. I do that alot in my dreams these days. It's pretty sweet.

 

This one time, at band camp...

 

took ya 2 minutes to lose a cop on a 14?

 

Yeh, two minutes because I was on a straight road with no intersections and the 14 went into a burnout when I first hammered it because I was drunk. I don't consider them lost until I am totally out of sight. Plus I had to think about what to do for a few seconds. Two minutes was just an estimate since you are so critical.
Again, my theory is that their not lost until you are totally out of sight and they do not know where you went. When he came up behind me I did not know he was there until the blue lights went on. I think I am lucky that I didnt kill myself considering the drunk tired state I was in.
Have you ever tried to lose a cop when stoned drunk? Try it sometime!

Rocketman

 

As if everything else wasn't already a true sign - the drunk and stoned biking part is the mark of a true genius. Yes - absolutely - you are the man we all wish we could be.

Sorry dude - this - like your other stories - are just that... stories. 99% bull****.

The 1% that isn't consists of the words "the", "and" and "I".

Carry on.

 

Srob,

You are a dull critical person, carry on and show us who you are.

Rocketman