08/17/2025 from Daily Jokes
#21018
After three weeks of waxing, buffing, and whispering “Why God, why?” into a YouTube tutorial, Maxwell finally resurrected his beloved ’68 motorcycle , shiny, wobbly, and held together by hope and duct tape.
He threw on his old leather jacket — now clinging to him like a regretful ex.
“Come on, Adel,” he said, striking a pose. “Let’s relive the glory days.”
Adel squinted at the bike like it owed her money.
“Maxwell, the last time we ‘relived glory,’ you got stuck in a hammock and called 911 because you ‘lost circulation in your sense of dignity.'”
He tossed her a helmet. “This time’s different. I upgraded the seat cushion.”
“With what? Memory foam or a prayer?”
They eased onto the street at what GPS politely called “scenic walking pace.”
Maxwell grinned like he’d invented transportation. Adel braced for osteoporosis.
Then — a turtle shuffled past on the sidewalk.
Wearing a tiny reflective vest.
And tiny little athletic tape on one leg.
Adel leaned in. “Maxwell… did that turtle just pass us? And is he dressed like a construction worker?”
Maxwell squinted. “That’s Todd. From bridge club. Hip replacement, new attitude, and I swear a Fitbit.”
Adel: “Should I wave?”
Maxwell: “Nah. He’s moving too fast. You’ll pull a muscle in your wrist.”
Todd power-walked past them again giving a smug nod like he just broke the sound shell.
Adel waved anyway.
Maxwell muttered, “Remind me to key his walker… and hide his electrolyte powder.”
