Beep Beep Grandpa
Every weekend without fail, an old man would hop on his bike and pedal two hours to visit his brother. Rain or shine, he’d arrive right at 2PM — like clockwork.
But one day, he decided to spice things up.
“I’m making it in one hour today,” he told himself, full of determination and about half a cup too much coffee.
Midway up a steep hill, gravity won the battle. Exhausted, he stopped to catch his breath.
Just then, a shiny Corvette pulls up beside him. The driver rolls down the window and asks, “Need a ride, old timer?”
The man checks his watch — he’s running late.
“But… you’ve already got a passenger,” he says.
“No problem,” says the driver. “I’ve got a rope. We’ll tie your bike to the back and tow you. Just yell ‘beep beep!’ if I’m going too fast.”
Seems sketchy, but the old man agrees.
They take off, and sure enough — at the next intersection, a Ferrari pulls up. The Corvette driver smirks. Challenge accepted.
The light turns green — and boom — they’re off, tires screeching, engines roaring, dust flying.
Meanwhile, at the police station:
“Guys, you won’t believe what I just saw. A Corvette and a Ferrari blew past me doing over 120 on Main Street!”
“What’s so crazy about that?” asks another officer.
The first cop shakes his head. “There was an old man on a bike behind them… screaming ‘beep beep!’ like he was about to pass!”