The Harley Davidson dashed through the streets, clearly going way past the speed limit. The two police officers that noticed the bike began chasing it. However, to their eye-popping shock, a Benz gained in on them and overtook them.

“Do we look like a joke?” one of the officers howled as his inflated ego wasn’t poked like this before.

The other officer, Steve, however, recognized the number plate of the car and was shocked for a different reason. “Hey, there isn’t much air in your back tire!” he shouted at his partner, forcing him to stop. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of them!”

“Make sure to write them 1000 dollar tickets!” his partner yelled.

In response, Steve pointed his thumb heavenward. As he followed the black Benz, his heart wasn’t in his control. “What’s so important that you’re going at such a high speed, Jane?” His unbidden thoughts searched for clues, but he found nothing. A sense of disappointment assailed him.

Why the heck was he following her when he had no intention of