MOTORCYCLES

MOTORCYCLES.

It was fun while it lasted.

I was only eighty three years old when my

insurance became due again.  Wouldn't you

know, they jacked the cost of my insurance

about 800%.

So, I simply rode the ride I was using then

over to the sale and hung up my keys for good.

That was the bike closest the ladder on the wall.

I'll admit, Ive hung onto the "Bandit" that shows

only the tail light in the left lower corner.  It is

"hopped" up and the fastest bike I have ever owned.

Well, you hang on to some of you memories too 

don't you? 

True, I wasted a lot of money on motorcycles.

Also true, it was fun while it lasted because God

in his mercy protected me all the way through

the experience.

But,

now that I will be eighty five in a couple of 

days, and know that I cannot live forever in

this old body, I wish I had spend more of 

that wasted money for God and my fellowman.

Just like yourself, one day I am going to stand

before God almighty and give an accounting of 

my life here on earth.

I could have done better.

MOTORCYCLES

I finally learned something.

It took me a fews years to learn.

But I found out that I can only 

ride one at a time.

THE TYPICAL MOTORCYCLE RIDE

I live in motorcycle

country. That's the

way God made it,

and I'm glad.

BUT, I live uncomfortably

close (10 - 15 miles.)

to a city which hosts

about the 6th largest

motorcycle rally in

the nation.

You can learn a lot

by just keeping your

eyes open. Over the

last ten years or so

I have been watching

"bikers" - local and visiting. And, picking up added information from my

motorcycle acquaintances and friends.

One of the things I first observed is that when one of these motorcycle rallies

is going on, motorcycles appear in driveways and front yards that have been

hidden all year long.

Makes you wonder.

After watching the

action (or lack of)

for all these years

it has become obvious

that the typical

motorcycle ride

consist of the following.

l. Go pull the "biker"

costume off the shelf.

Dust it off and put it on.

2. Talk mama into

going with you, if she

will. And give her time

to dig out her "biker"

costume and put it on.

3. Roll the bike out of

it's hiding place. And

get it started. It helps

to race it up a bunch

and make a lot of racket.

That way people know

you have it.

4. Climb on. (Both of you,

if mama is going with you.)

5. Here is the hard part.

Ride it, all the way - AND I

MEAN ALL THE WAY - to

the closest car wash.

6. Wash the motorcycle

thoroughly .

7. If you had to come to

the car wash solo, then

head for your favorite

watering hole to spend

some time bragging about

what a great biker you

are.

8. If mama came with

you, head for the house.

9. Lap the block several

times so people can see

that you actually have a

running motorcycle.

(The more neighbors out - the more laps.)

10. When you get to the house, spend the rest of the day wiping, polishing

and detailing the motor cycle. [Note: This should be done in the drive way or

front yard, close to the street, so everyone driving by can admire the way you do it.]

11. Put the motorcycle back in it's hiding place.

12. Take the "biker" costume off and put it back on the shelf until the next

great adventure to the car wash.

Now, wasn't that fun?

Most "bikers" I meet ride this way. The Bible tells us of

a group of "religious" people who "...do all their deeds to

be seen by men:" (Mt. 23:5) It seems "religious" people

are not the only ones infected with this disease.