Lucky Strikes Again
LUCKY STRIKES AGAIN
The headlines read,
LUCKY STRIKES AGAIN,
For his fortuitous, uncanny,
Ability to win.
Given “Lucky” for a name,
Cycling was his game,
And this would be,
His means to wealth and fame.
He seemed undaunted by sickness,
A mechanical or an ill-timed puncture.
He appeared immune,
To any deteriorating conjuncture.
He led a monk’s life and had no vice,
But for an occasional LUCKY smoke.
So it would seem, he captured his dream,
For he was a lucky bloke.
But his unlucky fate wouldn’t come so late,
Lest we should all forget.
He stuck to his creed and puffed his weed,
And expired from his cigarette.
So take a drag for Lucky,
By all means make it a Turkish blend.
You meant to quit but have another hit,
And LUCKY STRIKES again!
LUCKIES TASTE BETTER -
cleaner fresher - smoother!
William “Cecil” Yates
In June 2009, Fignon revealed that he was undergoing chemotherapy for metastic cancer. Fignon's cancer was diagnosed in April 2009 after being found in his digestive system. In January 2010, his doctors discovered that the cancer had originated in his lungs. After a one year battle, Fignon died of the disease at Pipit-Salpetriere Hospital on 31 August 2010, at 12.30 pm local time. He was 50 years old.
Said fellow former champion Greg LeMond:
"It's a really sad day. He had a very, very big talent, much more than anyone recognized. We were teammates, competitors, but also friends. He was a great person, one of the few that I find was really true to himself. He was one of the few riders who I really admired for his honesty and his frankness. We talked about a lot of different things outside of cycling and I was fortunate to really get to know him when my career stopped. I believe he was also one of the generation that was cut short in the early nineties because he was not able to fulfil the rest of his career. But he was a great rider." (Wikipedia)
Smoke and Choose
So many brands from which to choose,
To assist as you self-abuse.
But no matter how they rolled 'em,
I coulda told 'em,
They shoulda never sold 'em.
If you continue to smoke - you lose.
JoeDiMaggio, a heavy smoker for much of his adult life, was admitted to Memorial Regional Hospital in Hollywood Florida, on October 12, 1998, for lung cancer surgery, and remained there for 99 days. He returned to his Florida home on January 19, 1999, where he died on March 8. (Wikipedia)
Many athletes smoked.
Staying trim was a great reason to smoke.
Airplane pilots smoked.
Clowns lit up.
Intellectuals were sure to smoke.
Some presidents smoked because trees caused pollution.
There were rules of etiquette for acquiring correct taste.
More doctors smoked Camels of course.
Take us back to yesteryear,
Back to when we all recall,
Back when people just dropped dead,
For no apparent reason at all.
And science can't be wrong.
Things were different back in World War I. I remember, as a Marine in the Vietnam War, I wanted ammunition most of all.
You can trust the police to give you good direction.
Santa Claus enjoyed a good cigarette.
Dogs smoked and poodles had their brand.
Many bulldogs preferred a good cigar.
The smarter monkeys smoked.
There were so many reasons to smoke.
Smoking symbolized freedom.
Cigarettes And Cycling
Cycling and smoking go hand in hand.
And if it's a mountain that you will ascend,
You may want to light one up,
Before you make those pedals spin.
Inhale deeply, then repeat.
And if your lungs seem out of kilter,
Take a few deep puffs,
Without the filter.
Take my advice,
And you'll have me to thank,
But you can't climb some mountains,
Towing an oxygen tank.
It seems some life forms aren't taken in by advertisements and propaganda.
If you remove enough good air in your life - you will shorten that life.
This is not to demean smokers (or no more than a lot of folks).
A good environment with healthy habits and good intentions can go far.
We can evolve to do extraordinary deeds.