First, there was a golf cart and 3 kids
Then there was a golf cart and 3 kids and a 2 mile downhill dirt road
And they ALL Survived.
First, there was a golf cart and 3 kids
Then there was a golf cart and 3 kids and a 2 mile downhill dirt road
And they ALL Survived.
And in the true spirit of adventureâŠNO FRIGGIN HELMETSâŠ
Yeah, sometimes you survive things.
I have a friend of a friend who is an alcoholic. Like, serious alcoholic. He has drunk totaled out at least two vehicles.
Hasnât been seriously injured or injured anybody else yet.
But Iâm not going to say itâs okay or good just because there havenât been real consequences for him.
I also know people who violate the firearm safety rules. Finger on the trigger all the time. Sweeping/muzzling other people with a loaded gun all the time. Nothing bad has happened. But Iâm not going to post pictures of them pointing their loaded gun at their friend and say itâs the true spirit of whatever.
JustâŠmy perspective.
âŠthat said, most golf carts arenât all that fast and and if they are driven sanely, by people who sit down, and they arenât driven on public roads shared with multi-ton real vehicles, should be okay
YET!
I FEEL for the kids born to Alcoholic parents, they almost donât stand a chance at life.
I should know I am one. In a sort of âpardonâ to my father it wasnât really his fault.
He didnât have Alcoholic parents, it doesnât run in our blood line, we are Warriorâs, not drunks.
Before he served in the CBI: China, Burma, India in WW2 he was a handsome (like me!)
strapping (well, like I use to be) Young fellaâŠwellâŠ
Anyway he told me (2) horror stories of what he went through (God bless him for that) that put my life on a path of SHEEPDOG for life. It was a rocky start, I did really stupid SH** early on, took ridiculously STUPID, Risky, INSANE chances and by the grace of God Survived (see I stayed on topic!)
I shouldnât be here right now. How that happened can only be attributed to the Big Guy Upstairs.
Kids are resilient, they HAVE to be! I thought of some of the crazies things to entertain myself and my friends to escape the horror of the Household that I wouldnât dream of attempting today.
Sliding down a hill in winter on the hood of a car in a freakinâ snowstorm (Folkâs , this hill was called âthe Soup Bowlâ The KILLER of Children! How fun! Letâs do it again!)
Armored car @ (18) ! ZERO gunner experience and I picked the worst possible areaâs of Brooklyn NEW YORK where I was the ONLY White face for miles! Bensonhurst! (Be sure to order that Tombstone early young man!) Freaking totally brainless stupid!
I will skip the next couple of stupidâs and jump to the main courseâŠ
Hey Don102, Letâs go to Mogadishu, HOA! âItâll be fun they said! An experience they said!â
Hey, at least they were right about that!
How the hell am I still here?
I have a couple of exhausted ANGELâS upstairs that are prolly begginâ to retire or be replaced!
They certainly earned every grey hair! ('Um, Lord Sir, Iâm done!)
So the moral of this story Cats and Kiddies is if you SEE a kid doing stupid SH**âŠHELP them, Guide them
Yes, it will be a âlearning experienceâ for themâŠIF THEY SURVIVE IT!
You may get push back from them, you may be called âstupid old manâ (I was) but at least TRY!
The life you save may be their own.
adonde nosotros vamos uno nosotros ir todo!!!
Nessun passo sul serpente
Do you know what kind of heat we would have taken when i was a kid and showed up wearing one of those dorky bicycle helmets they wear today?? It wouldnât have been pretty!
I rode a junk bike down a 100â cliff into a gravel pit. Hit a huge mound of sand at the bottom and flew at least 20â landing on another mound of sand - got up completely unhurt, no scratches, nothing. My friends were too chicken to try it.
I will say, when I was nearing the bottom and had no way to slow down, I was thinking, âOh, sâ!â I was trying to figure out the best way to, uh, land, as it was quite a steep angle of descent. Thatâs when I thought, if I hit the mound of sand, it should make me propel through the air and not directly into the ground. Great on-the-fly science experiment.
BICYCLE Helmets!
âWhat r u a Poooooooooosie?â are you a Flagget!!!? Yes sir The Kid ,I know what you mean!
I would be Laughed off the block AFTER I was stomped!
And when your neighbor was John Frigginâ Teflon Donâ Gotti ! Complete w/ Hot N Cold runninâ
Gangsterâs, Body Guards, wanna-Beeâs and the Fedâs you could understand my reluctance
at wearing ANY kind of protection that would make me appear weak or Flaggetty!
His son one time got âbumpedâ by a car (Grazed really) when we were playing stickball and MR.Gotti was in his yard (probably havinâ a Diet Coke,yeah, Yaeh a diet coke! dats right!)
(w/ about six of his runty (6â6" or less) umâŠâsupport staffâ
The guy that bumped the kid (not you brother) must have lived in a cave NOT knowing what street he was on and who OWNED that street he argued w/ Sir Gotti until all of a sudden he got a clue (and was surrounded by hisâŠstaff⊠I NEVER saw anybody go bloodless before right before my eyes. He brushed John Jr. off, made sure he was OK, then smacked him for being careless and sent him in the house (tough Italian love right?)
Then he focused on Mr. DumbassâŠRuh RoeâŠcue bury him in a deep hole and throw away the hole music⊠words were exchanged I HEARD the guy say his addressâŠ(NYC Gansta TIP: DO NOT GIVE JOHN GOTTI YOUR ADDRESS! (I mean heâll find it anyway by runninâ your plate but make him work for it at least and you can finalize your Hereafter plans) Take a beating, urinate on yourself but donât do this) Iâm sure he disappeared quite soon after thisâŠumâŠFinal Life Lesson.
ON TOPIC: J.J, NEVER played stick ball again in the street, TOO DANGEROUS!
When I was a young teen and I was gettinâ smacked around he use to make a fist at me and did his best Jackie Gleason âBang-Zoomâ impression telling me to retaliate against my fatherâŠEverybody knewDonât RAT! Donât tell in those days (I just got out when I could)You donât poke the Bear and then STILL live in the same houseâŠNot Healthy.
So, thatâs why I stick up for the Innocent, the Little guy, the battered Women, the poor helpless migrant
(well strike THAT ONE NOW)
I once jumped out of a PERFECTLY GOOD airplane on a dare!
Just ONCE! (and left a trail of Puddinâ in my wake!) I donât mind admitting that
while really embarrassing it just proves Iâm not totally stupid (a second time is just stupid)
But when you get a Wolf Pack of SFâs and Deltaâs who do it âJust for funâ
and you wish to keep your âStreet Credâsâ intact ! You do it once and they leave you alone
(until they think of something more insane for you to try! ) ⊠'Câmon Don, Itâll be fun!"
Canât I just shoot myself (for your amusement) and call it a day I thought ?
OH Wait, i donât want to take up another post space:
"Did you ever hear of âHUMMER Joustingâ? It is what it sounds like! INSANE! and guyâs BET on
these âŠparticipants, like in Medieval times⊠We lost a few Hummerâs in actually Combat so the taxpayer wouldnât be upset!