There was a young boy who lived about 30 miles from Houston, Texas. He decided he wanted to take a trip into the city by himself so he saved all his money. When he had enough money he asked his mum if he could go. The day he left she packed him a lunch and off he rode on his bike. He had been pedalling for about 30 minutes when a guy in a Corvette drove alongside him.
Guy: Where you going?
Boy: I'm going to Houston.
Guy: That's a long way to have to ride your bike, you want a ride?
Boy: Yeah, but what about my bike.
Guy: Oh, hmm …I know, I have a tow rope in the boot. I’ll tie one end to your handle bars and the other to my bumper. If while I'm driving I go too fast, just ring the bell on your bike and I’ll slow down.
Boy: Hey, great. Let’s go.
So off they go. The driver finally levels off at about 40 mph and everyone’s happy. A few minutes later another guy in this BMW pulls up alongside the Corvette. He reves the engine, pulls ahead, drops back, pulls ahead again and starts yelling at the guy in the Corvette about his high performance ’vette only can do 40! Before you know both cars are gone in a cloud of dust.
About 5 miles down the road they pass a speed trap.
Cop radioing ahead to his partner: “Larry, you're not going to believe this. A Corvette and BMW just passed me going 170 mph. They’re heading your way, so be ready. And you want to hear the amazing part of it … there’s this little kid on a bike, ringing his bell for all its worth, trying to pass ’em.”