Date: Mon, 24 Feb 2003 17:54:44 -0500
From: Moving to Montana
Subject: BLAGUES-L: The Prairie Driver


Date: 24 Feb 2003 12:59:06 -0800
From: Terry J. Klokeid


A fellow won a new Mercedes-Benz convertible in a raffle, and as soon as 
he had the plates on, decided to take it out on the Trans-Canada for an 
evening drive. The top was down, the breeze was blowing through what was 
left of his hair, and he decided to open her up. But no sooner had the 
needle reached 140 kmh, when he noticed flashing red and blue lights 
behind him.

"There ain't no way they can catch this new Benz," he thought to himself 
and opened her up further. The needle hit 160, 180, and finally 200, but 
the lights were still close behind him.  "What the hell am I doing?" he 
finally thought and pulled over.

The Mountie came up to him, took his licence without a word, and 
examined it and the car. "I've had a tough day and this is the end of my 
shift. I don't particularly feel like doing more paperwork, so if you 
can give me an excuse for speeding that I haven't heard before, you can go."

Right away, the man goes, "Last week my wife ran off with a cop,  and I 
was afraid you were trying to give her back."

"Off you go," said the Mountie.