While riding my Triumph Thunderbird 650 yesterday, I swerved to avoid hitting a deer, lost control and landed in a ditch severely banging my head.

Dazed and confused I crawled out of the ditch to the edge of the road, when a shiny new BMW convertible pulled up with a very beautiful woman who asked 'Are you ok?'

As I looked up I noticed she was wearing a low cut blouse with a cleavage to die for. 'I'm ok I think', I replied as I pulled myself up to the side of the car to get a closer look. 'Get in', she said, ‘I'll take you home so I can clean and bandage that nasty scrape on your head’.

‘That's nice of you’, I answered, ‘but I don't think my wife would like me doing that’.

‘Oh come now, I'm a nurse’, she insisted, ‘I need to see if you have anymore scrapes and I can treat them properly’.

Well she was really pretty and very persuasive, being sort of shaken and weak I agreed, but repeated ‘I am sure my wife won't like this.’

We arrived at her place which was just a few miles away and after a couple of cold beers and the bandaging, I thanked her and said ‘I feel a lot better, but I know my wife is going to be really upset, so I had better go now’.

‘Don't be silly’ she said with a smile, ‘stay for a while she won't know anything, by the way where is she?’


‘My guess is, she is still in the ditch!’



When you see me next at the Bowls Club, my black eye and swollen ear was not caused directly by falling off my motorcycle!