A TRANSFORMED MOTORCYCLE

The prospective: First I'm a gear head. That means to me

function is more important than form. Consequently, a

bare bones rat bike [I said bare. Not cluttered with all the

trash you can attach to it.] is far more interesting than a

mass produced collection of chrome pieces off a cookie

cutter assembly line. There are thousands of us that way.

If you are not one of us - just look down your nose at us in

disdain and pretend we don't exist.

I bought an old Goldwing so I could strip it down. Like

the one below. It looked like a push cart at the airport

coming down the isle with a load of luggage on it. Oh,

SORRY. I know some of you like it that way. That's O.K.

Get your polishing cloth out and have a great day.

I respect Goldwing engineering. They are good at it.

Also consider insurance. Compare it on the "wing"

to say, a Kawasaki ZX11. (No, I can't make it into a bike

comparable to the ZX) One more thing. The owner's

manual on that puppy says it has a pay load - accessories,

people, luggage and lunch - of 900 lbs. That means

this thing is going to be under stressed, even with a

man sized lunch on board. (Me and 700 lbs. of

lunch. You better get your bike and go along.)

So the first step (Just a few days after purchase.) was

to take the storm door off the front. The clothes

closets off the side. And the kitchen cabinet off the back.

That was 71 lbs. off the first round.

This is the stage I used it in as a daily rider to work -

year around - for years. It served very well. But you know

motorcycles are something to take apart and then put

back together the way you want them. So more was

needed off.

No I did not do anything to the engine. I worked on engines

for about twenty five years. It's not that much fun anymore.

So all the work to transform this was "external".

Hey, that is the way it is when we try to improve our selves.

We end up only changing the outside. It is only when we

turn ourselves over to Jesus Christ that the transformation

starts right down on the inside.

Guys like to see pretty girls. That why most motorcycle

magazines are not fit for public display. But click the link

below. It is a pretty girl telling it like it is. I think they

call it rap or rapping or something. Any way, your wife

will not mind you watching her. Might even wish you would.

WHAT ARE YOU CROWING ABOUT?

I was poking

around in the

hen house the

other day and

noticed some-

thing. There was

a new regime.

Same chickens.

Different boss.

It goes like this.

The wife wanted

a rooster. She

picked the black

one in the picture.

But he would not

crow. And that

was what she wanted a rooster for. So being the loving husband I am,

I bought her another rooster. The reddish one below.

Of course Mr. Black Rooster put him in his place. Well, for a while. Soon

the new rooster decided to take over. So now Mr. Red rooster was the new

boss.

Of course Mr. Red Rooster over looked one little thing. The Scriptures

say,

"Pride goes before destruction,

and a haughty spirit before a fall."

-Proverbs 16:18 RSV

A fellow gave me some pullets. (He thought they were). One of the

pullets was a rather strange pullet. Really it was a slow developing

rooster. However the other roosters kept it in it's place - until the

other day. It had grown up.

Now Mr. Red Rooster don't crow anymore. That's him cowering up on

the hen's nests eating crow.

Yes, the young half breed below is now king of the roost. The way he has been

running around so cocky lately you know he is real proud of himself. But he

needs to remember one thing. God said,

"For every one who exalts himself will be humbled,

and he who humbles himself will be exalted."

-Luke 14:11 RSV.

So watch out Mr. Rooster. Just like us, you have a day coming.