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Beyond the Wheel: The Art of Chauffeur Transportation

In the realm of modern transportation, the role of a chauffeur transcends mere driving; it embodies a unique blend of elegance, professionalism, and personalized service. While the concept of chauffeur-driven transport may evoke images of luxury and opulence, there is much more to this profession than meets the eye. From historical origins to the contemporary evolution of chauffeur transportation, this article delves into the intricacies of the art and science behind chauffeur services.

The Historical Tapestry of Chauffeur Transportation

From Horses to Horsepower: A Glimpse into the Origins

The concept of chauffeuring dates back to the horse-drawn carriage era, where personal drivers were employed to handle the reins of the aristocracy's elaborate conveyances. This precursor to modern chauffeur transportation laid the foundation for the specialized service we know today.

The Transition to Automobiles: Birth of the Modern Chauffeur

With the advent of automobiles, chauffeurs seamlessly transitioned from horse-drawn carriages to motor vehicles, catering to an emerging class of automobile enthusiasts and business magnates. This transition marked the dawn of a new era in transportation luxury.

The Role of a Modern Chauffeur: More than Just Driving

Guardian of Safety: Ensuring a Secure Journey

Beyond being skilled drivers, modern chauffeurs prioritize safety above all else. Rigorous training, defensive driving techniques, and an impeccable understanding of road rules make them the custodians of their passengers' security, providing peace of mind throughout the journey.

The Art of Discretion: A Trustworthy Confidant

Chauffeurs often find themselves privy to confidential conversations and sensitive information. The ability to maintain discretion and respect passengers' privacy is a hallmark of the profession. This unique bond between chauffeur and passenger fosters an environment of trust and reliability.

Personalized Service: Tailoring Every Ride

A Symphony of Luxury: Creating Memorable Experiences

Chauffeur transportation is more than point A to point B; it's an experience in itself. From opening doors to offering chilled water and adjusting climate controls, every detail is meticulously curated to provide a seamless and luxurious journey.

Beyond the Map: Navigating Uncharted Territories

A skilled chauffeur isn't confined to GPS directions alone. They possess an intimate knowledge of local areas, shortcut secrets, and alternative routes, ensuring that passengers reach their destinations promptly and efficiently.

The Future of Chauffeur Transportation: Navigating Technological Waters

Autonomy vs. Human Touch: Striking the Balance

As autonomous vehicles continue to advance, the future of chauffeur transportation stands at a crossroads. While technology promises convenience and efficiency, the human touch of a skilled chauffeur cannot be replicated. Balancing automation with the art of personalized service remains a challenge.

Eco-Conscious Cruising: Embracing Sustainability

The chauffeur industry embraces eco-friendly practices, incorporating hybrid and electric vehicles into their fleets. This commitment to sustainability aligns with changing societal values and paves the way for a greener future in luxury transportation.

In conclusion, in a world of rapid technological advancements and evolving travel preferences, the role of a chauffeur transportation Charlotte transcends its historical roots, morphing into a seamless blend of tradition and modernity. Beyond the steering wheel, a chauffeur is a guardian of safety, a master of discretion, and a purveyor of unforgettable experiences. As the industry navigates the challenges of automation and sustainability, the art of chauffeur transportation remains an indispensable facet of luxury travel, showcasing the timeless allure of human expertise in a world increasingly dominated by machines.

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OC: Charlotte Griffin

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Summary: Charlotte Griffin, on a quest to emerge from her family's dark shadow, becomes a spy in a gang war that puts her loyalties and desires into question as she grows closer to the man who is meant to be her enemy.

WARNINGS for whole story: eventual explicit sexual content and references, explicit violence and gore, mentions of physical abuse, language, ethnic slurs (mainly because of Alfie)

A.N. So the piano scene I was on about in one of those ask games is finally here!

I stood on the curb for so long that I found myself questioning what outcome I really sought from this whole ordeal. Whose blood I wished would shed, if any at all.

I watched as Arthur exchanged pleasantries and good wishes with his brothers, Thomas and Finn, watched as he opened the door to the black car and pumped an already triumphant fist out the window.

I had no idea how many Italians would be crawling in the abandoned greenhouse, though I also knew that Thomas and his men would be surrounding the area and protecting Arthur.

But before the car could pull away, perhaps the better part of my heart drew me forward, heels clicking along the pavement of the road as I hurried to catch up.

“Arthur,” I called. Thomas looked to me in surprise, and his older brother turned his head to me, elbow lax out the window.

“If you’re here to wish me luck, Charlotte, I don’t need it,” Arthur said, a gleam in his eye that, if I had not already been acquainted with men of his nature, would have sent a chill through me.

“Remember, Luca intends to kill you,” I told him. “Please be careful.”

Arthur scoffed. “I don’t bloody need it. You know why?”

I shook my head. “No.”

I tensed as he drew his gun from his waistcoat, and unloaded a single, silver bullet. He wedged it between his thumb and his forefinger and held it up to the light, just outside the window.

Etched into the bullet was the name Luca.

“See this?” he said. “This here is what I’m gonna pop that prick’s skull with. I’ve done it to his daddy. I’ll do it again. It is written. And it’ll be done.”

I knew of the practice, had once seen a bullet with my father’s name carved on his desk and had asked so many questions. But my father was still alive, the bullet long since discarded.

“Take this,” I told him, and procured a rosary I had purchased that morning. I held out the string of beads to him, which he eyed almost sorrowfully, before accepting it in calloused fingers.

“Thank you, Charlotte,” he said, and I nodded to him.

And as the car pulled away from the curb, and Arthur drew his arm back in, the silver of the bullet winked at me in the dying light of the evening, and my gut clenched. Strangely, disturbingly, more for the man whose name was written.

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The quiet was, at times, unbearable.

The quiet, at times, was deceiving.

That was why, as I waited for my chauffeur, I poured music into the quiet. The rich notes of the piano filled the room and, in turn, a part of my soul. With my hands clammy with anticipation in my lace gloves and my limbs bare from the white dress I donned, I was almost transported to the abandoned greenhouse, where Thomas’ men would surely be anxiously waiting on a signal by now to attack.

I played something dark, something haunting. Something that resonated down through the slightest fibres of my being. A song that spoke of tragedy but of power. It was a song that danced with both the bright and dark of my soul.

To my left, I glanced at the mirror I had propped up on the piano, the one that my father had gifted me. I checked to see if my makeup hadn’t smudged. Checked to see if there was still life behind those cold, grey eyes.

To my right was the white spool of ribbon and the photographs of my brother, for comfort. For company, as I sat alone in my hotel room.

My fingertips stilled on the keys as a wrong note played, not from the piano but from the lock shifting at the door. My spine went rigid, goosebumps raising along my arms. The doorknob twisted, and my hands instinctively went to my lap as if guilty for playing.

His hat was tilted just enough to obscure his eyes, and a ringed hand shut the door behind him with a low creak. A black overcoat swung at his heels as he stepped forward, and this time he shifted a matchstick in his teeth.

I rose from my bench, only to find him even taller without my heels, his green eyes impaling my soul as he tipped his head up and closed the gap between us. He didn’t need to speak, didn’t need to fill the silence to tell me everything in that smug grin and mischievous gaze.

“Don’t you think this is getting a little redundant?” I said from a knotted throat.

Luca’s eyes twinkled, and he stopped only when my senses were inundated by the allure of the cologne that stoked that fire in my gut.

“Not if I get to see that look on your face, piccola spia.”

I felt my cheeks warm, but I wasn’t sure if it was from his shameless gaze or my vexation with the man. Just when I was starting to think he might have the slightest respect for me, he went and did this, crashed our own dinner plans. Had this been the real plan from the start?

I averted my gaze so he wouldn’t see the clench of my jaw and the flush of my cheeks, but as if unsated by this, as if he were a predator moving in on unassuming prey, he drew closer. His inked fingers curled around my shoulder; I only knew this because I could not feel the indents of the rings from his right. He leaned in real close, so close that his cologne was almost as overpowering as the touch that seemed to chain me, like the ink of his fingers, to the bench. His hat was offset in such a fashion that it only barely grazed the back of my scalp as he admired the piano.

I wondered if he could feel my heartbeat against his hand, for it seemed to be pounding at my ribs. Each finger lit a trail of fire along the bare of my shoulder, and while I felt trapped beneath them, I couldn’t necessarily discern if that was a good or bad thing. A surprisingly whelming portion of me wanted to sink into his touch.

“Pretty piano.” His head tilted, hot breath raking across the side of my neck. My hands tightened around one another to suppress a shudder.

“I heard your playing through the halls,” he said, his breath and touch leaving my chest hollow, vast, aching for the lurid yet hypnotic sensory. “Why did you stop?”

I was finally able to speak, and with his touch gone, I seized the opportunity to stand from the bench. “I don’t know how it is in America, but here, people aren’t too fond of interruptions.”

Scarcely did his gaze ever spare my soul; as it bore into me it latched its fangs tight around its fiercely woven threads, piercing straight through them and injecting venom deep into my beating heart. He chewed at his matchstick with a cunning smile and said,

“Play for me.”

“Is that an or – “

Luca silenced me with another touch of his hand on my shoulder – this time the cold of his rings a bitter contrast to the warmth of his hand –, lowering me back to the bench, and, with the pressure of his thumb, forced my chin to face the instrument. What was left of my sentence hitched in my chest, and as if the venom had taken effect and the threads of chilling mortality were beginning to slither across my heart, I thought for one cruel second if all of this was because he planned to kill me after the stunt I had pulled, if my ambition and my pride had sentenced me in this world of monsters.

His other hand clasped around my opposite shoulder, weighing on them both as he leaned down again. The felt of his hat brushed the back of my scalp, sending a tingle down the neck that was warmed by his breath as he repeated, this time in something between a growl and a murmur,

“Play for me, mia piccola spia.”

My eyelids shut, darkness swathing me and my breaths grew lighter, feverish as his words plunged to the heat of my core. When I forced a deep inhale, my brain seemed to pick apart the freshness of rose, the sharpness of cedar, the dark musk of the ambrette that never failed to excite me. If this was to be my end, I wanted to focus on these things, wanted to acquaint myself with them as intimately as I could.

When I opened my eyes, my fingers had settled on the piano keys. And I played.

High notes pierced the veil of dark, stirring the beast from my shoulders as he cast a final breath against the nape of my neck, threads of disquieted hair tickling the lobe of my ear. The ambrette waned, only slightly, and my shoulders lifted with the release of his weight. But as my left hand struck the deeper notes of the piece, they resonated through my mortal body, so suddenly delicate, and tugged my chest back down, sunk it to the bitter earth as if the Devil were dragging me to his domain.

My heart played alongside the music like a drum in my chest, and it ached as Luca’s fingers began to explore the piano, dragging slowly across the black spruce and running along the engravings of my father’s mirror.

I played to drown out the wails, the screams. The tone that my father took as if a demon had possessed him.

My tiny fingers struck each chord with an aggression, pressed each high note with an almost desperation.

And in that greenhouse, as I played, some man was screaming just like my brother, a blade taken to his throat.

Luca adjusted the positioning of the mirror better so that I could see the tear in my soul through my eyes.

I darted my gaze to my fingers as they moved across the piano. Luca’s hand slowly ghosted over mine, the onyx gems of his rings contrasting the white of my gloves as the bright notes to the dark. Another knot collected in my throat, and my heart slammed against my ribs, his touch sending each nerve into overdrive. Before disappearing behind me, his sleeve brushing along my bicep, he tugged at my ribbon.

The wall trembled as a force struck it, and a wet cough sounded. I jumped, as if I had been the one stricken, my fingers seeking the ribbon around my neck. My soul was pulled taut, tethered to Alexander, clenched each time I heard him cry out.

Arthur was likely being overwhelmed, jumped by men who had violence etched not only into their hearts but their souls. Men like my father.

But I did not stop playing like I had when I was a child. I kept on, because someone had to play their song. Though my fingers tensed so as not to tremble, forming sharp, cruel, macabre shapes.

Luca reappeared around my left side, his fingers resuming their venture of the piano and brushing achingly slowly across the spool of ribbon.

Trembling fingers commenced their playing once more, my soul yearning for the beauty of music past the sounds of calamity.

I imagined the notes to be played as Luca and Thomas’ men fought, blade to blade, bullet to bullet, imagined it to be their ballad as their souls were ripped from their bodies.

Finally, Luca’s fingers met the photographs of my brother, blood welling on the tip of his index as it scraped its edge. He didn’t so much as flinch, but did pull away slowly, staining the edge of the photograph a deep crimson.

I wouldn’t know what my father was doing to Alexander until later, when he would appear at the dinner table and his wounds would speak for him. Long, red gashes, streaking across his arms, or poking from the collar of his shirt. Bruises, on his neck and his wrists and sometimes his jaw. And I wouldn’t know why until he would tell me that it was because our father was cruel, sick, ill in his heart.

I wondered if Thomas or Arthur would return with fresh scars.

Luca smudged the red over one of the half-fingers of my gloves, the red sinking into the white as my heart sank into my gut.

When my brother emerged from the bedroom, and I played the last, eerie notes of the song, I felt my heart clench, for I had done nothing but turn his torment into an instrument in a symphony of pain. 

I had sent Arthur to his death. I had sent Thomas. I’d sent every Blinder that had gone to that greenhouse.

A tear splattered against the tiles of the piano as the notes died at my fingertips, and Luca’s touch left me with a shudder along my arms. My fingers trembled now, as they fell lax against the keys, and I hissed out a breath.

“You know…” Luca said. “… my mother used to play the piano.”

I slowly unfurled from the instrument, despite invisible talons still dragging me to Hell, my breaths still shattering against the tiles. My eyes, brimming with tears, fed the world to me in a blur, streaking the red of Luca’s blood across my hand as if it were one of Alexander’s wounds.

“Family, you see, is the most important thing,” he said, his voice finally settling somewhere a few meters behind. “Family is why I’m here.”

I blinked, another tear falling against the silk of my dress. And I looked in the mirror. Luca stood, leaned against a corner of the wall, eyes downcast to the toothpick he toyed with in his uninjured hand.

“Arthur Shelby, he killed my father,” Luca hissed bitterly, his lip curling over the flash of white teeth. “And my brother was assassinated in his bed. Killed in the dark by cowards.

“My mother, she used to teach at the local school. Used to bake sweets for the Shelby brothers. When they took my father from her, they had to restrain her as she screamed for him and begged them to have mercy.”

Thomas had told me loosely about Luca’s vendetta, about the death of Vincente Changretta and his son, Angel. He had never told me the details. I had never asked. Because when I’d arrived in Small Heath, all I had known was that Luca needed to die in order for me to succeed.

I thought of the legends about Thomas, of the rumoured blood on his hands.

And I also thought of John, with his ashen lashes and pallid face, and how he resembled the corpse of the brother that haunted my nightmares.

Past the thick silence I could hear the echoes of his own screams as he was dragged away by those men in that snowed-in alley. And they grew, louder in volume, building like pressure in my head until I spoke, voice soft but enough to quell them,

“I watched my brother die in America.”                          

Luca’s head tilted to me curiously in the mirror. As if this had been what he was waiting for. And, since I had his attention, since speaking silenced the cries, I continued.

“He took me to New York to see the snow.”

The last words formed a choke in my throat, and I forced back my tears, swallowing roughly and dipping my head. I noticed the blood on my glove again and I tucked my hand into my lap to hide it from sight.

“He took me there because he wanted to get away from the violence,” I breathed. “And he walked right back into it.”

I heard Luca’s footfalls against the floor, boards groaning slightly under his weight. His presence loomed behind me, electrifying the air between us and tugging at the bright of my soul.

“I don’t sleep at night because every night, I think of the man who’d dealt the killing blow. I never saw his face – never saw any of their faces. But I imagine what it would look like.”

Luca’s finger swept the falling tear from my cheek as he listened. I bit my lip, a part of me aching to bury my face in the warmth of his chest as I once had my brother’s, to drown out the memories in the dark of cedar and ambrette rather than the bright of jasmine and citrus.  

“I imagine it sometimes covered in blood.”

Each sentence I uttered was a confession, a truth that burrowed deeper into the black pit of my soul.

“Sometimes it’s Alexander’s blood. Sometimes it’s his.

“Sometimes…” I whispered. “… in my darkest visions, it’s there because of me.”

“For justice,” Luca murmured, repeating my words from before but sounding unconvinced.

“Yes. For justice,” I agreed weakly. I was not entirely convinced myself.

I gave my ribbon a tug, tightening it from when Luca had loosened one of the tails, and I wiped the last of the tears from my face before I stood and faced him.

There was a softness to the green of his eyes that took me off-guard, that hadn’t been there before. It seemed to consume me, but in such a way that made me want to spill every secret, to share with him every desire and every burden I carried in my wretched soul.

“My brother meant everything to me,” I told him.

He tilted his head at me in that way of his that seemed simultaneously innocent and predatory. “And now, piccola spia?” he murmured. “What has meaning to you? Other than revenge?”

I did not correct his choice of words this time.

My eyes wandered as I thought, from the matchstick he chewed to the black hair that poked from the base of his neck. And this only seemed to make him more curious; the gold of his eyes glittered with intrigue, and he tilted his head by another slight fraction.

And when the answer came from my lips, it was as empty as the soul that reached so desperately for his, that sought him as if he were the only other being left in this hellish world,

“My throne.”

Luca’s lip pulled into a smile at that. Only slightly. Only enough to tell me that I had either given the right answer, or that he had seen in my eyes that it wasn’t my truth.

In this moment, I did not care about a throne. I did not care about justice. I did not care about revenge. I only wanted to feed the aching, famished part of my soul that seemed to tether me to him as it once had the brother I had lost. I only wanted to devour him. Every truth. Every lie. Every whim. And I needed to be closer, close enough to feel his fingers run along my flesh again and to feel the heat of his breath on my neck.

Sometimes, in loss, there was freedom. Sometimes, in freedom, there was courage. And so I stepped forward, his eyes watching every movement and seeming to beckon me forward with a growing smile to match.

Once we were close enough that my heart sped and my lungs were whelmed by ambrette, I lifted his hat, slowly, my gaze darting across his face as it revealed more of his features – the slight creases of age and stress, a lock of hair that stirred from his head and flopped down to a curved brow, the scar that ran parallel to it.

His matchstick had stilled, and his smile vanished. I set the hat down on the end table next to us. And I reached my left hand up to brush his sharp cheekbone, my breath hitching in my chest as our skin made contact. With the finger he had smeared blood across, I traced the scar, gently, my touch barely a whisper against his flesh. I blinked against the sudden breath he expelled and shivered.

“How did you get this scar?” I asked him.

That serpent gaze darted down to my neck, and a smirk tugged again at his lip. “How did you get that ribbon?” he countered.

My jaw tightened, and my hand stilled on the side of his face as I built my guard back up. I swallowed, and drew my hand away. “Family,” I said simply.

He gave me another one of those glances that seemed to strip me of my words and reveal only my truths.

“Mine, too,” he said, still sporting the hint of a smirk, as he ran a finger across the scar.

I wanted to ask more, but he had me trapped; if I did, I would have to tell more of my own truths.

After a tense silence, Luca removed the matchstick from his mouth and said, “So, how about dinner, uh?”

After thinking of the men fighting out there, of reliving the hauntings of my past, I had no appetite.

“I’m not feeling well,” I told him.

Stay, I thought. Stay, and banish my nightmares.  

Luca wedged the matchstick between his teeth again and gave me a once-over, as if to see for himself if I looked ill. I had crossed my arms over my chest, and my gut had seemed to sink in. Though I didn’t have my mirror in front of me anymore, I could only imagine that I looked pale as a ghost. It was just as well that I didn’t take him up on dinner. I would have to spend another hour just making myself presentable.

“You owe me,” he said, and reached for his hat. He looked me dead in the eye as he settled it back over his skull, tilting it just enough that the right side of his face still showcased a fraction of the scar.

I nodded, and as he went to leave, I remembered how he had gotten in, and I called pointedly with the palm of my hand held out,

“My key, Luca.”

He stopped, and when he turned, he grinned at me cockily. A few steps were made towards me and he dug in his pocket for the key.

“It belongs to the innkeeper,” he said as the metal landed in my palm. It was nearly as cold as his rings. I told myself it was from this that made me shiver, and not the brush of his burning hand against mine.

I cocked a brow at him. “And did you plan on returning it?”

His smile broadened as he stepped back, and he flashed me a wink with one beguiling green eye before he swung the door shut behind him. And the room, at last, depressurised, and I released a tremulous sigh as I turned back to the piano. My fingertips went to my lips, hand covering my mouth as if I might’ve really been ill, and the tinge of iron spiked my sinuses.

Luca’s blood was still streaked across my glove. But I did not yank the fabric off, nor pull my hand away. Rather, I kept it settled against my parted lips, and I inhaled with a reverence the lingering scent of ambrette and cedar and rose and blood.

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How to get from airport to Savannah GA?

Chatham Area Transit (CAT), Savannah's local bus network, provides cheap and convenient transportation to and from Savannah/Hilton Head International Airport, via its 100X Airport Express route (another service, Route 3, passes by the airport but does not stop at the terminal).

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Savannah/Hilton Head International Airport. Riders at SAV can request rides with Uber when leaving the airport. Learn how to receive these trip requests and get in on the action.

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"You know," he said, "I am 87 years old and I have never driven a limousine. Would you mind if I drove it for a while?"

The driver said, "No problem. Be my guest!" Billy gets into the driver's seat and they head off down the highway. A short distance away sat a rookie State Trooper operating his first speed trap.

The long black limo went by him doing 70 in a 55 mph zone. The trooper pulled out and easily caught the limo and he got out of his patrol car to begin the procedure.

The young trooper walked up to the driver's door and when the glass was rolled down, he was surprised to see who was driving.

He immediately excused himself and went back to his car and called his supervisor. He told the supervisor, "I know we are supposed to enforce the law, but I also know that important people are given certain courtesies. I need to know what I should do because I have stopped a very important person."

The supervisor asked, "Is it the governor?" The young trooper said, "No, he's more important than that." The supervisor said, "Oh, so it's the president." The young trooper said, "No, he's even more important than that."

The supervisor finally asked, "Well then, who is it?"

The young trooper said, "I think it's Jesus, because he's got Billy Graham for a chauffeur!" 😊 🙏🏻💝

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Avant de mourir, Billy Graham était de retour à Charlotte après un discours et quand son avion est arrivé, une limousine l'attendait pour le transporter chez lui. Alors qu'il se préparait à monter dans la limousine, il s'est arrêté et a parlé au conducteur.

« Vous savez », a-t-il dit, « J'ai 87 ans et je n'ai jamais conduit de limousine. Ça vous dérangerait si je la conduisais pendant un moment ? "Le conducteur a dit : "Pas de problème. Soyez mon invité ! "

Billy monte sur le siège conducteur et ils descendent l'autoroute. À une courte distance, un soldat d'État recrutait son premier piège de vitesse. La longue limousine noire est passée par lui en faisant 70 dans une zone de 55 km/h. Le soldat s'est retiré et a facilement attrapé la limousine et il est sorti de sa voiture de patrouille pour commencer la procédure.

Le jeune soldat s'est approché de la porte du conducteur et quand le verre a été roulé, il a été surpris de voir qui conduisait.

Il s'est immédiatement excusé et est retourné à sa voiture et a appelé son superviseur.

Il a dit au superviseur : « Je sais que nous sommes censés faire respecter la loi, mais je sais aussi que les gens importants ont une certaine courtoisie. J'ai besoin de savoir ce que je devrais faire car j'ai arrêté une personne très importante. "

Le superviseur a demandé : « Est-ce le gouverneur ? » Le jeune soldat a dit : « Non, il est plus important que ça. " Le superviseur a dit : " Oh, donc c'est le président. » Le jeune soldat a dit : « Non, il est encore plus important que ça. "

Le superviseur a finalement demandé : « Eh bien, qui est-ce ? "

Le jeune soldat a dit : « Je pense que c'est Jésus, parce qu'il a Billy Graham comme chauffeur ! "

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Billy Graham was returning to Charlotte after a speaking engagement and when his plane arrived there was a limousine there to transport him to his home. As he prepared to get into the limo, he stopped and spoke to the driver.

'You know' he said, 'I am 87 years old and I have never

driven a limousine. Would you mind if I drove it for a while?'

The driver said, 'No problem. Have at it.'

Billy gets into the driver's seat and they head off down the highway. A short distance away sat a rookie State Trooper operating his first speed trap.

The long black limo went by him doing 70 in a 55 mph zone.

The trooper pulled out and easily caught the limo then got out of his patrol car to begin the procedure. The young trooper walked up to the driver's door and when the glass was rolled down, he was surprised to see who was driving.

He immediately excused himself and went back to his car and called his supervisor. 'I know we are supposed to enforce the law.... but I also know that important people are given certain courtesies. I need to know what I should do because I have stopped a very important person.'

The supervisor asked, 'Is it the governor?'

The young trooper said, 'No, he's more important than that.'

The supervisor said, 'Oh, so it's the president.'

The young trooper said, 'No, he's even more Important than that.'

After a moment, the supervisor finally asked, 'Well then, who is it?'

The young trooper said, 'I think it's Jesus, because he's got Billy Graham for a chauffeur!'

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