An old man had a routine every weekend—he’d ride his bike to his brother’s house. It took him about two hours, and he always arrived by 2 PM, without fail.
One day, he decided to cut the time in half and try to make it in just one hour. But, halfway up a hill, he was completely exhausted and collapsed. As he sat there catching his breath, a Corvette pulled up beside him.
The driver rolled down the window and asked, “Need a lift?”
The old man glanced at his watch and realized he’d be late, but noticed the car already had a passenger. “How can we do this?” he asked.
“No worries,” the Corvette driver grinned, “I’ve got a rope in the back. We’ll just tie your bike to the bumper, and you can ride along.”
The man thought, “Why not?” and agreed.
They took off, and the Corvette driver shouted back, “Just yell ‘beep beep’ if I’m going too fast.”
The man nodded, and they were off. But as they approached an intersection, a Ferrari pulled up next to them. The old man’s eyes widened in surprise.
When the light turned green, both the Ferrari and the Corvette took off like rockets.
Despite the insane speed, the old man made it to his brother’s house on time. The Corvette, however, lost the race.
Meanwhile, at the local police station, one officer was talking to his colleagues. “Guys, the weirdest thing just happened. I was cruising down Main Street when a Ferrari and a Corvette blew by me—going over 120 mph!”
The other officer shrugged. “Yeah, what’s so weird about that?”
The first cop shook his head. “Well, there was this old guy on a bike right behind them, screaming ‘beep beep’ and trying to pass them!”
