Monday, January 15, 2007
MLK Day - Team Major Taylor
Their original story ran in Bicycling last summer (June 2006), and T-o-03 posted a Boston Globe story about one of the original American cycling greats, Major Taylor. So in honor of Martin Luther King, Jr. Day here in the states, Oude Granny presents a group of individuals whose goal is to someday win the famous Lil' 500 (an Indiana and All-American cycling tradition that a friend of mine once participated in and won), with an All African American team, Team Major Taylor (find the RACE .pdf on their welcome page for the full story).
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Monday, January 15, 2007
MLK Day - Team Major Taylor
Their original story ran in Bicycling last summer (June 2006), and T-o-03 posted a Boston Globe story about one of the original American cycling greats, Major Taylor. So in honor of Martin Luther King, Jr. Day here in the states, Oude Granny presents a group of individuals whose goal is to someday win the famous Lil' 500 (an Indiana and All-American cycling tradition that a friend of mine once participated in and won), with an All African American team, Team Major Taylor (find the RACE .pdf on their welcome page for the full story).
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Ride on Rider said...
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too funny not to share with other riders!!
A woman named Jill stood up at her church's Testimony Meeting, or as some churches call it, "Cry Sunday", one Sunday morning, took the microphone from one of the church ushers, and bared her soul to the enrapt congregation:
"I want to tell you about the awful accident that my husband, Jim, has suffered this past month. He was riding his bike, lost control, ran off the highway and hit a tree. He was rushed to the hospital, and could have died, but thank the Lord, all he suffered was a broken SCROTUM."
The congregation gasped in horror. The men in the congregation were obviously uneasy and writhed in their seats.
"Jim has been in terrible pain all month since the accident. He has trouble breathing. He has trouble swallowing his food. He can hardly lift anything, he's in so much pain, and he has missed work because of it. He can't lift our children up to hold them and give them the personal love that they need. Worst of all, we can no longer cuddle and have intimate relations. He is in constant pain, a pain so terrible that our love life has all but slipped away into oblivion. I would like to ask you all in the congregation to pray for Jim, and pray for us, that his broken scrotum will soon heal and be as good as new."
A dull murmur erupted within the congregation as the full impact of this terrible accident sunk in, and the men in the congregation were visibly shaken up with the thought that, "there but for the grace of God go I."
Then, as the murmuring settled down, a lone figure stood up in midst of the congregation, worked his way up to the pulpit, obviously in pain, adjusted the microphone to his liking, then leaned over and said to the congregation:
"My name is Jim, and I have only one word for my wife, Jill.
The word is: STERNUM!" -
11:27 AM
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Granny's 30 said...
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That, I think, deserves a separate post Dan.
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4:14 PM
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too funny not to share with other riders!!
A woman named Jill stood up at her church's Testimony Meeting, or as some churches call it, "Cry Sunday", one Sunday morning, took the microphone from one of the church ushers, and bared her soul to the enrapt congregation:
"I want to tell you about the awful accident that my husband, Jim, has suffered this past month. He was riding his bike, lost control, ran off the highway and hit a tree. He was rushed to the hospital, and could have died, but thank the Lord, all he suffered was a broken SCROTUM."
The congregation gasped in horror. The men in the congregation were obviously uneasy and writhed in their seats.
"Jim has been in terrible pain all month since the accident. He has trouble breathing. He has trouble swallowing his food. He can hardly lift anything, he's in so much pain, and he has missed work because of it. He can't lift our children up to hold them and give them the personal love that they need. Worst of all, we can no longer cuddle and have intimate relations. He is in constant pain, a pain so terrible that our love life has all but slipped away into oblivion. I would like to ask you all in the congregation to pray for Jim, and pray for us, that his broken scrotum will soon heal and be as good as new."
A dull murmur erupted within the congregation as the full impact of this terrible accident sunk in, and the men in the congregation were visibly shaken up with the thought that, "there but for the grace of God go I."
Then, as the murmuring settled down, a lone figure stood up in midst of the congregation, worked his way up to the pulpit, obviously in pain, adjusted the microphone to his liking, then leaned over and said to the congregation:
"My name is Jim, and I have only one word for my wife, Jill.
The word is: STERNUM!"
That, I think, deserves a separate post Dan.
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