Ham on Wry

A ROW OF TWENTY HARLEYS, parked outside a roadhouse at night. Sound of raucous merrymaking coming from inside. Across the road, two Highway Patrolmen on stake-out. Near midnight, on big old mean-looking biker comes staggering out the front door, stumbles along the line of bikes, clambers aboard one near the middle, raises his boot to kickstart the monster, and promptly passes out. The cops relax again and resume their vigil. Fifteen minutes later, all the other bikers come out, mount their machines and roar off down the road into the night. As the last echo of their motors fades, the conked-out biker straightens up and starts his bike. The fuzz make their move and cross the road. "Hold it right there!" they command. "Just how much have you had to drink?"