The need for speed…

Photo circa 1967
(Click to see enlarged view in separate window)

The need for speed isn’t a new thing with me (witness the photo above, at the ripe old age of three). My first motorcycle ride was when I was five, during a trip to Hungary. I was already mightily impressed with my big cousin, Dani, but after a ride on his motorcycle, I became a permanent fixture by his side. He plopped me, helmetless, on top of the gas tank, and off we went. I still remember the exhilaration I felt as the wind blew at my face and whipped my hair around, but I felt safe leaning into Dani with my back. I have no idea what type of motorcycle it was (see photo… Vera, Dani’s wife, Edit, my cousin and Dani’s sister and Dani).

Dani passed away several years ago, a victim to cancer (of the lung, if I’m not mistaken… he was a smoker). I’ve lost many to cancer in my family… many cousins and aunts and uncles on my mother’s side, and my father as well. Some of it could have been avoided, perhaps, as in the case of my father, who got lung cancer as well. He smoked Camel plain, and worked at MacDonald Tobacco, a Canadian subsidiary for RJ Reynolds, as a machine fitter. I often wonder whether cancer is mostly a genetic ailment, or whether it is a by-product of the environment.

2 thoughts on “The need for speed…

  1. KellyKilmer

    Love the photos-especially of you on the race car- YOU GO GIRL
    On a more serious note, many of David’s family and friends (including his Mom) in the area of NY that the live in developed cancer of some kind. There are a lot of farms in that area (I mean A LOT) and we have been thinking the last few years that it is because of all of the pesticides and sprays used in that area…*sigh*
    Lots of weird cancers -A LOT Of cancer, period. Breast cancer. Brain cancer. Uterine cancer. Not just one or two-but a LOT.

  2. Adriane

    LOL… Gad I love that photo… can you see my expression…?! Vroom-vroooommm! I was such a cute kid… what the hell happened?!

    Cancer is a bugger of a disease… so many factors… I still think that my dad was so highly stressed (by my mom, bless their souls) after he retired that he developed the disease. The potential is there for all of us, I think… social and environmental factors, genetic tendencies…

    You know, I have a benign pituitary tumor, and have been taking medication to control it. It’s a pain in the ass to take and so I thought “well, what if I’m okay now” and stopped taking it. Sure enough, I became symptomatic, and resumed the medication. The medication has its side-effects, so (I believe) I have to deal with heart palpitations because of it. Never an easy fix… no ultimate solution. Or is there…? I’m still trying to figure that one out.

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