Lambo

A cop buddy told me once
about a late-night street racer
down on the Island that
the Suffolk County boys
couldn't catch speeding.
They'd be sipping cold coffee
half asleep in their cruisers
on a dark country road
when all of a sudden
something would zip by
through the night
detected only by their radar.
For months they couldn't
make a case of it
until one day the mysterious
Night Rider clipped a deer
and mangled the front end
of his sports car.
When an officer passed by
and found the third-of-a-million-dollar
vehicle immobilized on the side
of the road the pieces began
to fall into place. The driver
failed to hide the night vision goggles
sitting on the passenger seat
of his ride. Up until that night
it boggled the department
how a person could drive at
top speed without his headlights on
but the cat fell out of the bag
or should I say the deer?
It seemed a waste of speed
to not unleash the engine
to its full potential
but the courts failed
to agree. They promoted the patrolman
and impounded the remains
of the Night Rider's car.
The highway department scraped
the deer off the asphalt
and that was the end of an era.
I bought my cop friend a beer
and tried to conjure a whopper
capable of topping his.
I didn't.