Dear Hillary,
Time to come and ride with us. We are a bunch of good guys with big bikes. We’re not Hell’s Angels but just ordinary guys that like to have fun and have a good time. We’ve been reading your column and think you’re just not having fun any more, with all your pleading for chocolates and champagne. We go for beer, but after a ride around the mountains you’ll be dying for a beer as well. B Well, are you willing to rise to our challenge and come for a ride with the Rancheros?
Ranchero 1
Dear Ranchero 1,
Do you honestly think I am going to get on the back of a motorcycle with a bunch of guys I’ve never met before, and who think the greatest fun in life is drinking beer? Give me a break, boys. It’s horses for courses. You stick to your beers and riding round mountains, while I stick to the finer things in life (chocolates and champagne, as you correctly pointed out). As I see you call yourself Ranchero 1, I presume there is at least two of you, and that’s another good reason for turning down your unforgettable offer. Thanks, but no thanks.
