since the valleys here run east-west and i don't know of one where the wind doesn't blow, i take much of this story with a grain of salt, but it does answer two questions i've had about the official story: 1. how come she didn't have a scratch if she was on the bike?, and 2. why would the second most recognizable man in arkansas (clinton being no. one) be tooling around on a sunday on a harley, helmetless, with a blonde strapped to his back?
one other thing. if i was cashing checks for being a journalist, i think i could come up with a better metaphor than "hands in the cookie jar" for a couple caught in flagrante delicto.