What interesting titbit of trivia can you tell us about you ?

This is a terrible...terrible story...:(:( but I hate to say this.. could it possibly be taken somewhere else..onto another thread.. this is really just meant to be a light hearted thread....
 

C50 said:
I once pegged out my motorcycle at 128 mph. while tripping on Mr. Natural acid. In my head I wasn't moving at all, the world was moving past me.
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It must have been 8 years ago or so that I heard a news item broadcast by the Vancouver outlet of CBC radio. A guy drove his motorcycle in evening on a quiet straight stretch of a coastal British Columbia highway. His bike was equipped with a speedometer that could display very high speeds. The report said he'd reached something like 150mph, and police had subsequently taken action.

The guy posted a Youtube video of his ride, recorded by a camera aimed on the speedometer & showing his acceleration. I suppose he'd posted this to impress his friends or anyone else who followed his Youtube channel. The video revealed his exploit and identity to the police. They tracked down his whereabouts to his mother's home, and found his bike in her garage. He lost his license... not certain, but I believe he was fined as well. I have no idea whether he had any special chemistry in his bloodstream during his ride.
 
hollydolly said:
I've only ever seen segregation on tv or online ... and always either in the USA...or South Africa... its just unbelievable..
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Oh yeah. When we moved here from Germany, it was like night and day. The people were nice. My mom saw a huge billboard advertising a town-wide family picnic. She hurried to a new friend's house to see if she and her children would like go with our family. The neighbor lady sat her down and explained who was throwing the party and what they stood for: The KKK. This was in the mid-60s.

We moved to Georgia and same old, same old. Not now. Back then, when I was a teenager. My best friend used to ride her horse in the woods at night and sneak up on KKK meetings. I remember big meetings on top of Stone Mountain and crosses burned in front yards from time to time. This was in the mid-70s.

The KKK used to hang out on street corners collecting money. I'd make my stepdaughters cover their eyes until I could get away from them. I was driving, of course. This was in the early 1980s.

Once I dated a guy who I really liked. One day, he opened his trunk and he had a folded white sheet in it. I asked what it was. He said it was what he wore to meetings. What kind of meetings? Yup. KKK. I said, I cannot date you or be friends with you any more. That is reprehensible. And I walked away. This was in 1975.

Then, in Boston in 1992, I went with one of my best friends to a fancy, very expensive French pottery store in my neighborhood. It was a rainy day. I was looking straggly - wet, no makeup, jeans and a sweatshirt. She was looking spiffy because she'd been in court that day - gorgeous suit and looking spiffy. We were lawyers.

We went into the store. I went upstairs to look at cheese or dessert plates I loved which were $185 each. I visited those plates about once a month. I looked down to check on my friend, and watched for awhile. The owner of the store was following her closely. The owner wasn't fazed by me being in the store and handling the merchandise because I was white. Unlike my friend, who was black.

So I went down and told my friend to go outside and down the street to the bookstore and I'd meet her there. Then I basically went ballistic on the lady, but in a well-mannered way (yes, it can be done). At the time, my dad had some lifelong friends who would have taken care of that lady for us, so I was glad he didn't live in the same state I did. Sorta kinda glad. More like happy imagining it, but not having it done.

Same thing happened everywhere we went, in term of the constant racial prejudice. When I was there, I stood up for her a lot and noisily. A bunch of super stuck up store clerks who made minimum wage or a little more. What exactly did they have to be stuck up about?
 

At the 2 yr college in Vermont, I attended, one day our house was practicing tag football to play against another house. I didn't see the wire holding up a small tree, I tripped over it dislocated my left thumb{am a lefty}. I had to wear a splint for 6 weeks. I had to wear a plastic sleeve when I took a shower, had friends cut my meat at dinner,eating jello right handed was a challenge.When I used a pen or pencil held it between my fingers on my left hand
 
moviequeen1 said:
At the 2 yr college in Vermont, I attended, one day our house was practicing tag football to play against another house. I didn't see the wire holding up a small tree, I tripped over it dislocated my left thumb{am a lefty}. I had to wear a splint for 6 weeks. I had to wear a plastic sleeve when I took a shower, had friends cut my meat at dinner,eating jello right handed was a challenge.When I used a pen or pencil held it between my fingers on my left hand
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I'm very left-handed, and when I was a nipper I went to a nursery school from the age of around 3 till I turned 5. At that time left-handedness was considered the Devil's work, so the staff tried to make me do everything with my right hand, including eating the mid-day meal.

I literally could not lift a spoon to my mouth with my right hand and eventually the staff let me eat with my left hand instead.
 
hollydolly said:
I was born dead... stillborn.. !

I was kidnapped by a total stranger off the streets when I was 2 years old....
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So I guess you were an NHS baby like me? All I can say is that without the NHS neither me nor my wife would still be here, but thanks to their intervention we've both survived (so far!)

As to the kidnapping, did that happen in Glasgow? And how much later were you returned to your parents? Did the stranger end up in prison for the crime, or were they sectioned?
 
BJintheUK said:
So I guess you were an NHS baby like me? All I can say is that without the NHS neither me nor my wife would still be here, but thanks to their intervention we've both survived (so far!)

As to the kidnapping, did that happen in Glasgow? And how much later were you returned to your parents? Did the stranger end up in prison for the crime, or were they sectioned?
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No it didn't occur in Glasgow... and no they never found her. The fact I was so little and yet I remember the woman who picked me up..shows how traumatic it must have been for me, but yet I remember allowing her to pick me up.. but after that I have no recollection whtsoever . I don't have any recollection either of anything she must have said to me...but I can see her to this day in my mind's eye... but not her face.. she was wearing a coat and headscarf, and riding a bike with a big basket on the front...

A bus driver found me on his way back to the depot, ..at midnight lying in the road, .....the police were called... and my parents borught to the station. My mother said I looked like I was well , sitting there drinking milk....

as far as I know the police made little further attempt to find this woman.. ..but it's hard to tell because my family rarely spoken of anything ..everything in my family was a secret...
 
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hollydolly said:
No it didn't occur in Glasgow... and no they never found her. The fact I was so little and yet I remember the woman who picked me up..shows hw traumatic it must have been for me, but yet I remember allowing her to pick me up.. but after that I have no recollection whtsoever . I don't have any recollection of anything she must have said to me

A bus driver found me on his way back to the depot, ..at midnight lying in the road, .....the police were called... and my parents borught to the station. My mother said I looked like I was well , sitting there drinking milk....

as far as I know the police made little further attempt to find this woman.. ..but it's hard to tell because my family rarely spoken of anything ..everything in my family was a secret...
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"everything in my family was a secret"

That's a shame. I must admit that some things were kept from me as a child. I was the product of what would be called a 'date rape' today, but my mum didn't tell me till I was an adult. When I was a child and asked her where my dad was she told me he was a soldier (not true!) and that he was posted abroad.
 
-Oy- said:
In mine there was one, and he was my cousin :)
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hahaha... how's that for co-incidence...

I had/have cousins who were/are mixed race ... but they lived in a different part of the city..so weren't in my school plus they were much younger than me...

their mother was/is my first cousin... but the father of these children was a Black American sailor, and she was his port in any storm apparently.. :D..so we never actually got to meet or know the father
 

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