The Porsche streaked over a small rise into the range of the radar gun. The state trooper squealed out in hot pursuit, lights flashing and siren screaming. Two miles down the road, the trooper finally caught up with the Porsche and angrily approached the driver's-side window.
"Listen up, mister! Do you know you were doing 110 in a 65 MPH zone? What do you think you're going to get for that?"
The Porsche driver thought a minute, then replied: "The pole position."
-- Steven Swann
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