Our church in NC has a drummer, a nice guy and he is an active cyclist. Just a few months ago he was riding in some charity ride near Asheville when he had an accident. He was near death for awhile, but now is recovering.
Just a day or so ago an astronaut lost his last chance to go into space and even do a space walk, due to a bicycle accident. As I have grown older, pass-times hobbies have become more dangerous, I get knots inside when I see or think of what has now grown to be called ‘extreme’ sports. Nerves and skills are pushed to the limit. Things are done now that one couldn’t even dream of in the past.
(Many injured one killed by a drunk driver in Mexico)
Growing up, bicycles were transportation until you could get your license. Now adults regularly ride highways beside cars doing 70 miles per hour, ride down ski slopes in the summer and ride the edge of cliffs in the mountains. Most of the time it is for exercise, but much of the time it is in competition also.
(Here they are with some of their first trophies, before they left they had a house full)
While we were stationed in GITMO I had a little scooter. Someone had started a moto cross competition and Jackie wanted to ride in it. We ended up buying both boys moto-cross bikes. I bought a Bultaco bike for myself. I never raced.
(On the ferry going to a race on Leeward point Jack on #44, Mark buttoning his jacket)
This morning I was thinking about our boys racing and how I would run across the hills when one had a accident. I ran so much over time that the crowd would yell, go daddy go!
(Jack in a turn)
I was telling Wayne about Mark’s first accident. Mark misjudged a turn and crashed. By the time I got there Jones had helped him back on his bike and he was gone. After the race Mark and I were talking about his wreck. Mark, who was 8 at the time, asked me, “Dad what is my family jewels?” I laughed and asked why he wanted to know.
(Mark flying high)
“Mr. Jones, asked me if I had hurt my family jewels.” Just part of the NEVER ENDING EDUCATION process!
Learning is important for youth, BUT REMEMBERING becomes the challenge of age.
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Something that was heard when this car was new:
1955 DeSota (by Chrysler)
'If cigarettes keep going up in price, I'm going to quit. A quarter a pack is ridiculous.