BEST OF JODY’S BOX: MY JOURNEY THOUGH MOTOCROSS WITH STUMPY PHALANGE
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George Kohler, Frank Thomason, Willy Musgrave, Jody & Mark Hall
By Jody Weisel
I’ve known Stumpy Phalange my whole life, but only because he was the brother of my racing buddy Fred Phalange. Stumpy was a couple years younger than Fred and it goes without saying that he was also a couple inches shorter. In truth, I don’t know Stumpy’s given name—everyone has always called him Stumpy. Even as a kid he always hung on the periphery. He loved motocross, but he wasn’t very fast, mechanical or personable. If he hadn’t been Fred’s younger brother I don’t think I would have ever noticed him. But over the years, the life of Stumpy became an intriguing soap opera that I followed religiously and often sarcastically.
“Hey Jody,” said Fred Phalange back when we were both 125 Novices. “Did you hear that my dad is going to buy my little brother Stumpy a minicycle so he can start racing.”
“Good maybe that will keep him from sitting on top of the ice chest every time I want to get something out of it,” I replied.
“Hey, Jody,” said Fred Phalange. “Did you hear that my dad told my brother Stumpy that now that he has graduated from high school that he was going to have to buy his own bikes and parts.”
“Well, that’s the last we’ll see of your brother at the races,” I said.
“Hey Jody,” said Fred Phalange. “Did you hear that my brother Stumpy is going off to college and needs to sell his CR250. Do you know anyone who wants to buy it?”
“Is that the one with the cut-down seat, raised footpegs and low handlebars?” I asked.
“Hey Jody,” said Fred Phalange. “Did you hear that my brother Stumpy got a good job straight out of school and wants to get back into racing. What should he buy?”
“Did he grow any while he was away at Boston College? Because while he was gone bikes have gotten a lot taller,” I said.
“Hey Jody,” said Fred Phalange. “Bad news. My brother Stumpy was diagnosed with cancer yesterday and he asked me to tell you personally because he said you were his best friend.”
“Well, I pray that this is not the last time we’ll see of your brother at the races,” I said.
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