SPECIAL Invitation for SPECIAL Women
The women decided to separate themselves from the Help
and talk about the important things of life,
BLACK FRIDAY.......
.... where the Help did what they do best,
EAT!
After the main course was served, we were treating to a TOAST/ROAST by Dr. J. The video clip below gives you a flavor of what GREAT TALENT rides with the PCRs.
Jann & Val Ludlow
Vicki & Kim Briggs
Andrea & Dave Moesser
Tara & Cory Hawke
Corinne & Brian Lloyd
Daphne & Craig Bruner
Mary & Mike Glauser
Kathy & Steve Hale
Jodi & Scott Wood
Nancy & Bruce Jensen
"TO THE WOMEN"
After treating ourselves to a to-die-for dessert item, the PCRs put on a number that will go down in the history books. With the talent of a 25 year LOTOJA rider, Val "Liberace" Ludlow and a lot of HOT AIR, the Women were entertained to a Hollywood production of
"THERE IS NOTHING LIKE A DAME"
The evening came to a close as each of the PCRs gave a personal tribute to the woman in their life. Captain Briggs sent out strict instructions that we were to keep it to "one minute" and be "creative". He lead us off, which he very seldom did while riding this year, and broke the first rule. However, with his poem he set the bar WAY HIGH. Hale recited Shakespeare's Sonnet 116 (from memory) and Jensen also had a poem. The rest of us, tried to hang in and not get left behind the lead riders. THE PACE WAS FAST and thank goodness NO ONE CRASHED..... :-)
An
Ode by a Toad to the Most Beautiful Girl on the Road
by Kim Briggs
Always concerned about my
dress, so I don’t look like a total mess
I gave her quite a fright,
cause my first jersey was real tight
“You can’t go out like
that”, ‘cause you’re so big and fat
So I donned a giant “T”,
that went halfway to my knees
Now she never holds her
nose, when I’m wear’n skin tight clothes
She pretends to really care
with a smile, when I tell her about each mile after mile
If I accidentally wake her up
too early, she’s hardly ever very surly
And if I’s happen to
“crashes”, she say’s “hey…what’s up with the rashes”
She’s my first best gal at
LOTOJAY, she knows just what to do and say
She feeds my face in that
dang long race, and tells me to keep up the pace
Her ‘SAG Wagon’ skills are
second to none, even when my legs are done
She tell’s me I’m a
“wunderkind”, and makes me feel that I “ride like the wind”
I’m the luckiest guy ever
to ride, ‘cause I have my first best girl by my side
She’s so skinny and cute
and she still gives a hoot, ‘bout me and us and our family to
boot
So thanks for enduring my
woesome IQ, what I really want to say is “Vicki I love you”
She liked my Ode too little
I fear, but I still must ask “can I ride it next year?”
Shakespeare's Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not
love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to
remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never
shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown,
although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and
cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his
brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this
be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
WE ARE TRULY BLESSED
TO HAVE SUCH
GREAT WOMEN IN OUR LIVES
