Jo's Angels

Have you ever had a friend you can share everthing with??... well that explains me!!

Friday, September 09, 2005

What's in a name


A friend posted a url on her site and curiosity got the better of me. I just had to go and look and this is what it told me

Jo-Anne

God`s gift : Hebrew

Extremely intelligent in thought and deed you are gifted at communication and finding practical applications for your ideas. You are strong willed and ambitious and need to have passion, freedom and adventure in your life. Always willing to help others. Your warm, honest and loyal nature ensures that you are loved by all. It is likely that you will achieve a great deal of success and recognition in life

Need I say more?

Monday, September 05, 2005

To Rip or nut to Rip???

I believe it was November 1999. The place was Craddock - very small, very hot dorpie(town), the event the Lions Rally(then a favorite Biker jol) . It was the first rally I ever attended and that was in the days before I became a biker myself. I was approached by a friend to help on the Entertainment Committee. We organized and participated in all the games and competitions held during the course of the weekend. Yes, this was a whole weekend affair!!! This is also the first time that I met the guy this is all about. He was there with his fiance of the time. We had just about finished all the competitions for the night and was busy packing up and clearing all our stuff off the stage. This was in a very big tent and the stage was assembled around one of the main supporting poles. The two guys, nicely plastered, decided that they had to proceed up this pole and see who could go the furthest. Peter(aka Ripnuts) took the one side and went up first. He went all the way to the top and came sliding back down. When he reached the bottom, he fell and could not understand why he could not stand on his legs. By now, we are all in a pretty drunken state and thought it extremely funny - obviously not thinking anything was wrong. Bill took his turn, but climbed up the other side of the pole and had to go all the way, despite being at least 20 years older than Ripnuts. He came down and after a perfect decent, we decided that he was the obvious winner due to his perfect descent and the fact that he didn't fall. We(Ripnuts included) proceeded to have some celebration drinks and all retired to wherever it was we all slept. Still not knowing the seriousness of Peter's injuries. After about an hour's attempt to sleep, we heard an ambulance that came to fetch our friend and took him off to hospital. It would appear that his fiance realized that he was actually bleeding profusely. On his decent down the pole, he actually hit a protruding nail(the thingy that was inserted at two joints in the poles) and this literally ripped his nuts. I remember the fiance telling us that she saw her future children vanishing. He was obviously stiched up and sent home. Now, with this thing happening amongst a bunch of bikers, it was obvious that he would have earned himself a name and thus Ripnuts were born.