People always got the wrong impression of Rocky. He was big, tattooed, had a face that only a mother could love and rode a Harley. His girlfriend’s mother thought he was the biggest pile of bull droppings in the west.
One evening, coming back into town from a dance in a nearby community, Rocky started speeding. His girlfriend said, “Rocky, please slow down. I’m scared.” Rocky said, “No. This is fun.” She whimpered, “No it’s not. Please, it’s too scary!” He said, “Tell me you love me.” She replied, “Fine, I love you. Now slow down!” He said, “Now give me a BIG hug (she hugged him). Rocky then said, “Now put the helmet on.”
The headline of the local paper the next morning read, ‘Brake failure caused a motorcycle to crash last night at Johnson’s curve at the base of Cherry Hill. Two persons injured. Only one survived’. Police and traffic accident investigators later determined what happened. Somewhere along the route, the male driver of the motorcycle realized that his brakes weren’t working, but he didn’t let the female passenger know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, hug him one last time, and then made her wear the only helmet so she would live.
The girlfriend’s mother sobbed as she lovingly laid the first flower on his coffin.