THE OLD BIKER & THE CHRISTMAS COP
An old biker was riding his vintage Harley down Main Street, beard blowing in the cold winter wind, when he suddenly saw flashing lights behind him.
A young cop walked up and said,
“Sir, do you know why I pulled you over?”
The old biker grinned.
“Kid, at my age, if you pulled me over for speeding… I want that in writing. My wife will never believe me.”
The cop tried not to laugh.
“No, sir. Your bike is overloaded. You’ve got too many Christmas decorations hanging from it.”
The biker looked offended.
“That’s not decorations—those are the lights my wife put on the house. I’m just returning them before she notices!”
The cop sighed.
“Sir, that still doesn’t make it legal.”
The biker leaned closer.
“Look, officer… if I go home without these lights, my wife will hang ME on the roof instead. Can we call this a Christmas miracle and pretend you didn’t see anything?”
The cop looked at the 20-year-old tinsel, the wobbling plastic reindeer taped to the handlebars, then at the old biker’s hopeful face.
Finally, he whispered,
“Go home, old man… and good luck.”
The biker started the engine.
“Thanks, kid. If my wife asks, I’ll say you tried to arrest me but couldn’t catch me!”
The cop yelled,
“DON’T SAY THAT!”
But the old biker was already roaring away, reindeer bobbing behind him.