Jennifer had just gotten a gift of a perfectly restored Jaguar, and was out trying it out. It was a guards red XK-150, and it and Jen were looking good. She was cooking along about forty five or fifty in first gear, in a 30 MPH zone. A motorcycle cop pulled in behind her and turned on the lights. She thought that cop had a lot of nerve, so she shifted to second, and kicked it up to about seventy, cop right on her tail. Well, Jennifer was not a bad girl, but she was feeling frisky, so she hit third gear and 100 MPH, cop right on her tail. "This just will not do," said Jen, so she hit fourth, and 150 MPH, and no cop. After a little while, still no cop. She was getting a little concerned so she turned around and went back, where she found the bike in a ditch, and the cop all scuffed up. "Officer, what happened?" asked Jennifer. "Well Maam, you took off from so fast that last time I thought my motorcycle had stopped, so I jumped off to see what was wrong with it."