When a tire blew out, I found that that the spare too was flat.
My only option was to flag down a passing motorist and get a ride to the next town.
The first vehicle to stop was an old man in a van. He yelled out the window, "Need a lift?"
"Sure do," I replied. "You a Republican or Democrat," asked the old man.
"Republican," I replied. "Well, you can just go to Hell," yelled the old man as he sped off.
Another guy stopped, rolled down the window, and asked me the same question.
Again, I gave the same answer, "Republican." The driver gave me the finger and drove off.
I thought it over and decided that maybe I should change my strategy,
since this area seemed to be overly political and there appeared to be few Republicans.
The next car to stop was a red convertible driven by a beautiful Hottie.
She smiled seductively and asked if I was a Republican or Democrat.
"Democrat!" I shouted. "Hop in!" replied the blonde. Driving down the road,
I couldn't help but stare at the gorgeous woman in the seat next to me, the wind blowing through her hair,
perfect breasts and a short skirt that continued to ride higher and higher up her thighs.
Then suddenly I couldn't take it anymore. I yelled, "Please stop the car."
She immediately slowed the car, pulling over and as soon as the car stopped, I jumped out.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "I can't take it anymore," I replied.
"I've only been a Democrat for five minutes and already I want to screw somebody."
Moral of the story is ride your bike, its safer, more convenient and you don't have to stare at the Hottie behind you.