TODAY is the SESQUICENTENNIAL for the pony express!
Forget that
Greek or Roman dude that ran a couple dozen miles
just to give a message and die. Americans did it better!
Pony Express riders
braved Indian attacks and non-consentual brokeback mountaineers and fatigue and deserts and snow and rain and Zeus' thunderbolts to deliver messages across these great United States.
Pony express riders had to have special indentations in their saddles because their balls were the size of Tribbles and made of solid steel.
They rode like 250 miles a day!
If they wanted to sleep or eat or drink or fuck or read they had to do it while riding horses at high speeds and carrying mail and firearms.
Riders were required to be expert and weigh less than 125 lb (57 kg)., (MJS?) with an advertisement of the time asking for, "young skinny wiry fellows, not over eighteen...
willing to risk death daily...
Orphans preferred... Wages: $25 per week." If a relief rider was not available at the next station, the rider was required to change horses and keep going.
Some stupid inventor dude ended it when the telegraph line was completed, but
during 19 months Pony Express was in service they only lost one message.
Anyways, in honor of the SESQUICENTENNIAL I am going to ride across the country to New York and deliver a message with my penis to some hot celebrity female living in New York. Name me a few potential lucky girls.
http://www.ponyexpress.org/index.php?page=history
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Old_West