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Hey...
:^)

As the saying goes.
Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying
of nothing

-Robert

who were you talking about above that's been eating for meat and
potatoe for 74 years?

That was my Dad. Ate, smoked and drank anything he wanted -- and it killed
him pretty "young" (by modern standards) at age 74.

But, he *did* avoid spending his last years curled in the fetal position, as
his mother sadly did not. She lived to 93, but spent her last several
years in a coma -- a fate my Dad was determined to avoid.
--
Jay Honeck
Iowa City, IA
Pathfinder N56993
www.AlexisParkInn.com
"Your Aviation Destination"

That was my Dad. Ate, smoked and drank anything he wanted -- and it killed
him pretty "young" (by modern standards) at age 74.

But, he *did* avoid spending his last years curled in the fetal position, as
his mother sadly did not. She lived to 93, but spent her last several
years in a coma -- a fate my Dad was determined to avoid.

Sorry to hear about your ma. It is a shame that she had to suffer and
also that your dad past away so young as you've said (by modern
standards) at age 74.

My granddad lived in the "third world" country eating homegrown/farm
raised food and smoking tobacco that he grew. There's something to be
said about organically grown/raised food huh? We, here in the US, are
comsuming factory raised chicken, beef... canned food, food with a
bunch of additives that we can't even pronounce. The cigarettes are
laced with ingredients to enhance flavor, to keep it burning
unattended...blah blah blah. All of this advance in science is killing
us.

Thailand, my granddad's part of Thailand, has been eating, smoking and
basically living the same way for the past four five thousand years.
Until only about eight-ten years ago did my granddad's farm had
plumbing, trucks, electricity...etc. When I left, we didn't even have
oil lamp, we gathered sap from a particular tree, mixed it with
crumbled dried out "mulch" looking pieces of wood, rolled them into
1.5" round logs wrapped in dried bana leave. That was our lantern.

My granddad was alert and kicking 'til the day he past away. I think
he just decided that it was enough. About seven or eight years ago, he
decided to go down to the edge of our farm and cut/pull weed around the
fence line. He contracted meat eating virus some how and lost about
four lbs of his left calf. It slowed him down alot and he didn't like
that. Last time I went to visit him '03 I put him in a cart and pulled
him with a scooter for a ride around the farm. Below is a picture of
our tobacco farm on the bank of the mekong river.


Shortly after I came back to the US, he past away. I think he held out
long enough for me to visit one last time. Tough old goat he was.

The Monk

"Morgans" wrote:

It must have hurt, from the volume and amount of yelps he let out.
Fortunately for me, he also hurt enough that he went away to lick his
wounds, instead of messing with me. I was hurting from the impact with the
handlebars, then the impact with the road, then the tumbling and sliding
along the road. Fortunately, my wheel was round enough that it only rubbed
on my fender a little bit, (yeah, right, it almost didn't go around) and I
was able to ride the 2 or so miles home, to properly wash and dress my road
rash.

Heh... I just can't help but relate another of my goofy dog stories.

I was doing a training ride in rural NJ (yes, there is such a thing),
and was laboring up a long hill. On my right was a farmhouse, on land
that rose up to the house from the road, with the farmhouse "on top"
to my right.

The owner of the house and his German shepherd were in the front yard,
and the dog decided that I looked like a good target apparently... he
charged down the hill (from the house) at a perfect intercept vector
to put us both in the same place and time (he'd obviously done it
before).

I mustered up the best uphill sprint I could manage trying to mess up
the dog's trigonometry, but he had a good jump on me, and gravity
working for him rather than against him (like me).

The worst thing was the owner laughing hysterically at his clever
pooch's bad behavior.

As the dog was approaching fast from my right, he decided to jink just
on my side of a telephone pole. I chose that moment to bark at the
dog (I have a tremendous bark that will always stop/reroute any dog
chasing me). It caused ol' Fido to jink to the right in reflex -
which happened to be the very space occupied by a very large telephone
pole.

The dog dead-centered the pole at a dead run, and went down in a heap,
twitching. I continued my sprint up the hill, laughing at the dog's
owner now running down the hill to see how much damage his dog had
done to itself.

Some days you're the bug, other days you're the windshield...

Mark Hickey

That was my Dad. Ate, smoked and drank anything he wanted -- and it killed
him pretty "young" (by modern standards) at age 74.
But, he *did* avoid spending his last years curled in the fetal position, as
his mother sadly did not. She lived to 93, but spent her last several
years in a coma -- a fate my Dad was determined to avoid.
Sorry to hear about your ma. It is a shame that she had to suffer and
also that your dad past away so young as you've said (by modern
standards) at age 74.

My granddad lived in the "third world" country eating homegrown/farm
raised food and smoking tobacco that he grew. There's something to be
said about organically grown/raised food huh? We, here in the US, are
consuming factory raised chicken, beef... canned food, food with a
bunch of additives that we can't even pronounce. The cigarettes are
laced with ingredients to enhance flavor, to keep it burning
unattended...blah blah blah. All of these advances in science is
killing us.

Thailand, my granddad's part of Thailand, has been eating, smoking and
basically living the same way for the past four five thousand years.
Until only about eight-ten years ago did my granddad's farm had
plumbing, trucks, electricity...etc. When I left, we didn't even have
oil lamp, we gathered sap from a particular tree, mixed it with
crumbled dried out "mulch" looking pieces of wood, rolled them into two
feet long 1.5" round logs wrapped in dried banana leave. That was our
lantern.

My granddad was alert and kicking 'til the day he past away. I think
he just decided that it was enough. About seven or eight years ago, he
decided to go down to the edge of our farm and cut/pull weed around the
fence line. He contracted meat eating virus some how and lost about
four lbs of his left calf. It slowed him down a lot and he didn't like
that. Last time I went to visit him '03 I put him in a cart and pulled
him with a scooter for a ride around the farm. Below are a couple of
pictures of the old goat and our tobacco farm on the bank of the Mekong
river.

http://tinypic.com/view/?pic=jrwpyp
http://tinypic.com/view/?pic=jrwo7r

Shortly after I came back to the US, he past away. I think he held out
long enough for me to visit one last time. Tough old goat he was.

The Monk

Shortly after I came back to the US, he past away. I think he held out
long enough for me to visit one last time. Tough old goat he was.

He *looks* tough. It's hard to look stately whilst sitting in the back of a
trailer, but somehow he pulled it off!

(BTW: It was my grand-mother that spent her last several years in a coma,
after a long life. My Mom followed my Dad's "no doctors-eat&smoke
anything-no exercise" way of life, and died at 76.)
--
Jay Honeck
Iowa City, IA
Pathfinder N56993
www.AlexisParkInn.com
"Your Aviation Destination"

Sorry about missing "your dad and your grandma" it was late last night
and I was tired but wasn't sleepy. You had clearly stated who they
were, I just didn't take in all that I read, due to fatigue I guess.

One more thing to add about my granddad, he died with all of his teeth
in tact. Dentist? what's a dentist? Dentists didn't come around to
hid part of the woods until he was about 85 or 90 years old. I
remember he used to clean his teeth with bamboo slivers and he'd brush
his teeth with dried coconut husk and mineral salt. His teeth were all
dark black, however, due to chewing on beetle nut. :^)

The Monk

"Dan, U.S. Air Force, retired" wrote in message
news:KyOuf.73096$sg5.9349@dukeread12...
You guys are thinking way too high tech. My son recommends a skateboard.

My wife's motto, and subsequently mine as well: Don't put it on and
you don't have to take if off.

Corky Scott

"Mark Hickey" wrote in message
...
I went over the bars and managed to tuck and roll, and actually did a
handspring out, landing on my feet (and not a soul around to see it).
Fortunately my guardian angle was apparently on duty that day and I
only got a little biffed up. Slightly scraped, but wiser.

The first time it happened to me, I tended to stay attached to the bike...
Pretty good trick, come to think of it, since I didn't have toe clips on
that bike... I ended up inverted with the bike upside down... I guess I had
a death grip on the brake and the bike stayed with me... The dog decided to
make a loop or to around me and wrap me with the leash... He then had the
nerve to stop and look at me as to ask why I was laying on the concrete /
asphalt of the bike trail... Didn't have a helmet, of course, so I'm curious
how I managed to do it without getting the least scratch on my head... It's
not like I have a lot of hair up there protecting it...