there are no bad motorcycles

There are no bad motorcycles.  Just read any motorcycle magazine, and you will see, they like them all.  And will even nitpick to find anything they don’t like.  Somewhere in their road test is the truth, and having experienced the truth, find it can be quite opinionated.  Years ago Honda was given some bad reviews, but true, by an almost 100 year old publication.  They were so incensed, they pulled all their advertising, almost sinking the title, such is their power.  Now Big Red gets nice reviews, and I find their parent company showing much middle of the road opinions many times, dumbed down road tests if you will.  Stopping at the local multi-line dealer while Theresa and a friend were enjoying open air motoring in her Mustang convertible, I stopped by, and as greeted by not one, but three EBR motorcycles.  Eric Buell is back, and these are as far from what Harley used to put in the back corner as they can be.  They look great, and I had been wanting to see one, so when offered a ride, I couldn’t hesitate.  And a 2014 EBR SX1190, an early production bike, #008, was mine to ride.  At first the V-twin rumbled and shook, but after a ride here is my opinion.  It is fast, but not as fast as I thought.  And for $17,000, not very refined.  But for a first effort, I was impressed.  I ran it from 0-110, did some quick stops, a few wheelies, the front end came up rather quickly, and ran it through the canyon and curves.  And when I took it back, Mike, the Sales Manager wanted my input.  He respects what and how I ride, and I had the chance not offered to just anyone.  He used to sell Triumphs, and the Speed Triple is still his favorite.  My only complaint were the clutch was too heavy, and the instrument panel read out of gears went into a blank when the clutch was pulled in, leaving me guessing, and one time confusing the traction control number right next to it for third gear, fortunately it was 4th, or 5th.  But other than that, an enjoyable ride, until I got back on my current press bike, a 2015 Triumph Daytona R.  And the difference was evident, even to me.  But wanting to know more about the EBR, I retreated to my office and a Cycle World, where they had test ridden one, and compared it to a Ducati, now Duc-Audi, since its new ownership.  And I was surprised, and wondered if I had ridden the same bike.  It said it had 185hp, 20 more than anything I had ever ridden, yet weighing the same as the Daytona, and giving up 60 horsepower, wasn’t as fast.  The brakes were not as good, and although it handled well, I couldn’t see the $3500 difference, give me the Daytona, and the $3500, and I’ll see you in a month of riding.  But yet this article was favorable to it, we all like Eric Buell, and found it very comparable to the Ducati.  We have yet to hear from Ducati in their advertising rebuttal.  Different bikes for different riders, but where was that 60 horsepower, and where was $3500 extra in value?  Maybe I just don’t ride enough anymore, 3000 miles in the last 3 weeks, but 60 horsepower, it is the difference between a Bonneville and a Daytona, and no one would ever confuse the two....confuse?  Remember there are no bad motorcycles, and I rather ride a slow motorcycle faster than a fast one slower.  But I rather still ride no matter what.

Consider this man’s resume, and see if you would be interested in him.  He was known as one of the most important, and learned religious men of his time.  He was a Pharisee, a member of he Sanhedrin, spoke many languages, and had other skills.  He was a gifted orator, well versed in many subjects, and was a Jewish Roman citizen.  Able to dialogue with Roman official, while others feared them.  A tenacious debater, there was no question where he stood on any subject, and was legalistic to the letter of the law.  He was later to become one of the most celebrated authors in world history, and an historic figure himself. His name was Saul of Tarsus, and loyal to the Jewish law to a fault.  And an enemy of the cross, at least at first.  Just reading about him now, he seems like someone you would like to listen to, or follow his principals.  But yet we see him at the stoning of Stephen, holding coats, while others stoned him to death.  He was out spoken about the gospel, and would alter become a champion of it.  Yet this man, like many religious types today, needed to meet the real savior, and Jesus changed his life.  On the road to Damascus, he was confronted with Jesus, “Saul, why are you persecuting me?”  Was he acting in ignorance or faith?  He knew what he had heard about this Jesus, maybe even read about him.  He knew Isaiah 53, but failed to see Jesus as the prophetic one.  It was until his meeting face to face, that it became real, that it became personal.  No more opinions, or gossip, he came face to face with Jesus, and that made all the difference.  One encounter with the truth, and all that he knew and read became real.  Jesus revealed the mysteries of the gospel to Saul, meaning little, and now he became Paul.  And I thought of him after reading the article.  If I hadn’t ridden the bike, I never would have known the differences from the road test.  A good lesson for all, make it personal with Jesus.  Some opinions are just that, but when it comes to truth, go right to the truth-Jesus.  Make it real, make it personal.  Don’t listen to someone else who had a bad time n church, or thinks he knows the Bible without reading it.  See for yourself, then decide.  Is Jesus who he says he is, or is he just a great man?  Is he God, the only way to heaven, or are you depending on your good efforts to make it.  In your spec sheet is your power listed, only to come up 60 horsepower short in everyday life?  Do the shiny ads appeal to you, or are you destined to spend too much, not get enough, and come so close to salvation yet miss it altogether? 

Does Jesus pull his advertising just because of bad reviews?  If he did, the church would be out of business long ago, but Jesus is alive, and the NY Times is close to bankruptcy.  But he still offers you that personal test ride to see for yourself, are you willing to take it?  Or go on believing lies and opinions?  Is your walk with him based on what someone else says, an ad, or do you know him personally?  If Paul, the highest Pharisee knew it all, but couldn’t get it without meeting him, how do think you will?  Do you think you stand a chance?  Have you put your money down and walked away bewildered, or are you still looking?  Jesus is still knocking, calling to you in love.  Are you listening?

Do you believe everything you read, or buy based on the power of the dyno?  Or are you interested in real life results?  Jesus is real, find out for yourself.  It takes no special connection, even the poorest gets in, it is the rich who stumble.  Unlike no bad motorcycles, there are bad gods, and too many fall prey to their false promises, then give up.  It took Paul being blinded on the road, what is it going to take for you?  Unlike hand grenades, close don’t count with Jesus, there is no maybe, Paul found that out.  Read the book, get to know the man, and follow him today.  The truth is out there, and found in the best selling book ever, no advertising needed.  Read about Paul and others who were so close in knowledge, yet blinded by religion.  Meet Jesus and be set free...we all have a testimony to share, what will yours be?  Dare to approach Jesus with the same passion you ride with....wheelies optional.

love with compassion,

Mike

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third pedal from the right

Missing from the latest generation is a certain right of passage into adulthood.  At 16 or so you can still get your license, which still doesn’t prove you know how to drive, but today no one knows how to drive a manual transmission.  Last year when Christopher was in Europe, he got to drive his friends from Barcelona to Paris because the rented BMW had a stick, and he was the only one who knew how to drive one.  Both my sons learned the skill early, and while some still struggle finding D for drive, so many don’t have to, want to, or know how to drive a clutch.  What is that mysterious third pedal from the right for?  And with 95% of new cars sold with automatics, it is possible that soon no one under 25 will even know what a manual transmission is.  No more jokes about the famous Mexican race driver Manual Shift, no more burn outs, heel and toe shifts, and learning to downshift.  Point and steer will take all their mental capacity, and then some, and as joy stick shifters become the norm, their whole driving experience will be like a 4 wheel Game Boy or Play Station.  Except when they crash there is not reset button.  And I foresee a whole new medical problem with those who paddle shift, arthritis will set in, lawyers will advertise on TV for great gain, and the joy stick will be the only way to go-literally.  And as I fondly look back to high school, the only good thing was the burnouts after school in the parking lot.  Where at the circle at the end of it, we took turns buying a gallon of bleach every day, and doing smoky burnouts.  Longest, loudest, smokiest, until Mr. Orrico chased us away.  But I think he was really jealous, as he wanted to join us in the fun.  Gone are the days of dropping the clutch at a light, wheels spinning, tires burning, and car sliding sideways under power.  A quick shift to second and the fun starts allover again.  And although the new electronic automatics will get you there faster, the thrill is gone.  And with traction control, so are the burnouts.  And tire screeching.  No more, “Bob must be leaving for school, I can hear that 302 winding out.”  No more rock crusher Muncies, and with it an atrophying of the left leg, which years later after many millions spent on studies, they will find is attributed to the automatic transmission.  Only prolonged by left foot on the brake, reaching a certain RPM, and releasing it-just not the same as dumping the clutch. 

When we moved to So Cal in the late eighties, I applied at Coca Cola.  Having driven bottle trucks, and 18 wheelers there, I was amazed and disappointed to find all their fleet was Allison automatics, not a Road Ranger to be found.  No splitters, no two speed rears.  These were sedans disguised as trucks.  Their reasoning was all the hills in San Diego please don’t tell my friends in Colorado, we thought we had hills, and drove manuals!  One trip down the grade into Silverton on an icy road may change their mind about that!  You need all the gears you can get, and then some.

And I can remember when the 4 in 442 stood for 4 speed trans, the Beach Boys sang about a 4 speed 409, and 4 on the floor was better than three on the tree.  And how the really fast guys could power shift that old Chevy with the column shift faster than any kid with heavy clutch attached to a floor shifter.  Who can forget Linda Vaughn, a teenagers dream, Miss Hurst Shifter, and the rite of passage to manhood?  How excited an we get about a joy stick, that shifts faster than we can, but without all the fun?  Did Richard Petty drive an automatic?  Did Dale Earnhardt?  Does Jimmie J?  And so I quietly mourn the passing of the third pedal from the right.  Replaced with of all things a dead foot pedal, what an appropriate name.  RIP 4 Scheifer clutches, burnouts, and spinning a brodie.  Now you are under control, no one knowing you were totally under control in the middle of your stoplight run. 

Mention meekness to a group, and the vision of a 98 pound weakling, 4 eyes behind horn rimmed glasses, and pocket protectors are envisioned.  Remember Mort Meek of cookie fame?  Until he ate his Oreos, maybe we need to bring back the milk and cookie moms from after school too.  If she can get off of work.  But meekness before I was saved was thought to be weakness, and no one wanted to be weak, or meek.  And when scripture told us “the meek shall inherit the earth, I had visions of a society in white shirts, narrow ties, crew cuts, and oxfords inhabiting heaven.  But boy was I wrong, a lesson in paying attention.  Meekness to God, and to Christians means power under control.  Like in racing, getting the power to the pavement.  Like throttle down in a power slide.  Like choosing the right gear down a hill on a snowy night.  Too much power, you get towed home. Not enough, the hill wins.  It takes the right amount of throttle to keep the power on, and in life we call it living in the spirit.  Galatians calls it meekness.  And an even better description is “not doing the wrong thing when it would be OK to do it.”  Such as, turning the other cheek.  Taking advantage of someone not as strong or smart as you.  Or as Jesus showed us, the last fruit in the spirit, self control.  He could have come down from the cross, He could even avoided it, yet went voluntarily-under control.  He could have with a thought destroyed the man whipping him 39 times.  He could have disarmed the soldier nailing his wrists to the cross, but he didn’t.  He knew what he had to do, and did it.  His choice.  Meekness, power under control.  And all manifested in him by the choices he made.  And can be in the choices we make.  God has given us the choice to make a choice, and meekness shows in those we make.  We show mercy when we could prosecute.  We help out the man who cut us off rather than flipping him off.  We give enough power to each situation to keep the power on, yet we don’t lose traction, we don’t enter into sin.  We learn to feather the clutch of choice when losing control, when to upshift when we are done and need to move on.  We can match the rpm’s with the road speed and downshift to get up a hill, or over an obstacle.  We have the choice, to make the choice, to be just like Jesus.  Exercising self control by the decisions we make.  And unlike being caught up in legalism, where we are told how to react in each and every situation, God allows situations not covered in the manual so we have to go to him for advice.  Keeping the relationship healthy, and not atrophying due to nonuse or misuse. 

So if you have gone on automatic in your walk with Christ, before you become a burnout, maybe you need to shift gears, to mentally and physically make a decision to change the course you are on.  Slow down, if you are ahead of the great shepherd, trouble looms.  If way behind, you really aren’t following, you are lagging behind, and fall prey to those who prey on the weak.  It takes meekness to walk with Christ, next to him.  Talking with him, not yelling “wait up,” or worse yet, “c’mon Jesus, I’m in a hurry.”  It takes meekness to walk in Christ, are you up to it? 

Maybe you just need to put it in neutral at the next light, give your foot a rest.  Or maybe you just need to get out and play, and be a kid again.  Slide sideways, do a burnout or two, rev up the engine, and sound cool.  But keep It under control, and when the spirit guides, you are in for the ride of your life.  Some live life a quarter mile at a time, but the miles still add up.  No matter what you drive, drive with Jesus.  Dare to be meek, and find a power you never knew existed in God.  And just a drag racer’s hint.  Don’t rev your engine, find the right rpm, then take off when the light turns green.  Keep the throttle steady, and win more races.  Just like Jesus would, steady and under control. 

Manual shifting, your choice.  Let me know, I’ll bring the bleach.

love with compassion,

Mike

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save a cowboy, ride an Indian

There are certain brands that are truly American, so iconic that you only need to see the bowtie to identify Chevrolet.  The blue oval as Ford, the dynamic stripe as Coca Cola, and the bar and shield as Harley Davidson.  But for some iconic brands, the script of their name identifies them, such as Triumph and Indian.  Who both have been in the motorcycle longer than Harley, and both been resurrected from the dead, or near death.  Triumph perhaps better known, as they have been producing high quality motorcycles under John Bloor’s ownership for over 20 years, importing them into the US of A since 1995.  When John was talked into building motorcycle again, he being a billionaire real estate developer, he saw the importance of the name, and its reputation, but felt they only had one chance to make it in today’s market, they had to be known for quality.  Triumphs were always fast, even setting land world speed records, and the 1957 Sportster was Harley’s response to Triumph winning on the tracks.  But when Triumph faded, their quality was poor, but their reputation was legendary.  Even today when out on out Bonnevilles, people come up and tell us their Triumph story, “I dated my wife on it, it was fast, but it leaked, couldn’t be ridden at night, and left me stranded more than once.  But man I loved bike, and wish I had one again.”  And now you can, and many are.  Harley was saved from extinction when a group of men bought the company, and redesigned it and gave us the Evolution motor.  And today they are the best selling brand in America.  And some other iconic names have tried, Excelsior Henderson lasted a few years until the company self destructed.  Norton keeps threatening us with a revival, but falls short time and again.  Even my old friend Barney Li was building a V-twin under the name of Vincent, using Honda sourced motors when he died.  And I met Mike, the owner of Crocker, who is still working on bringing back the bike and the name.  All based on reputation.  Which brings us to Indian, who started before Harley, then quit in 1953.  Resurrected, built bikes, then failed.  Another company, built bikes, then failed.  Again a new owner, new factory, but way too expensive, sold to Polaris, who is now building new bikes, and has my choice, the Scout coming out this year.  I have ridden the new Indians, good bikes, fast, great brakes, but heavy, just as some one thinks cruisers should be.  Even Sonny Barger now rides one, look for others to follow him as the product is quality.  It performs, and provides an alternative to Harley.  But the three things that will make them succeed are quality, reputation, and perception by the public.  I love their ads, but it will all come down to the product-someone will still have to ride one.

No one builds a really bad product any more, the market place will not accept it, and with CADCAM  and CNC manufacturing, tolerances are smaller, and quality greater than ever.  Quality, not perceived quality is expected, and bad news travels fast-faster than any motorcycle, even a Hayabusa.  Second is their reputation, and Indian has the name, the heritage both in racing and in styling-I love the Indian head that lights up on the fender, and the valanced fenders, a new 2014 looks like a 1940’s Indian, until they are placed side by side.  The new Bonneville are another good example, and both are good enough to tickle the older memories.  And somehow both have capitalized on their past reputations, with a new breed of rider desiring both.  Which leads us to perception, which can mask the truth, today perception can be misinterpreted as truth, and today’s Bonneville twin with its counterbalanced engine, fuel injection, and electric start are far more than any Bonneville from 1969 could ever hope to be.  And Indian knows that well, has the money and engineering to back it up but also has the heart to succeed.  I think they will this time, I wish them well. 

What are you looking for in your God?  Start with quality, Jesus never sinned.  He was the most recognized civil servant participating in feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, and delivering life giving water to the thirsty.  His record of success was 100%, never a warranty claim against Him, and even when tried was found innocent of any crimes, even the paid liars who accused Him couldn’t stand up to the truth-He is truth.  He did everything He said He would, including resurrection, all without government help.  No tax breaks for Jesus, when asked about taxes, He caught a fish, and took a  coin  out its mouth, showing His audience Caesar’s face on it, advising “give unto Caesar the things of Caesar, the things of God unto God.”  Which built Him a faultless reputation, from children to Pharisees, meeting Him changed their lives.  They were willing to trust His words with their lives, such was His reputation.  And even when grilled by Pilate, concerning His claim of being the Son of God, He was found faultless.  No crime ever committed, yet He died a criminal’s death on our behalf.  His final act before death, the thief on the cross acknowledging Him, a private time no one but he and Jesus would know about, but an entrance to heaven granted.  The thief saw it, Nicodemus saw it, the centurion saw it, and Saul of Tarsus saw it.....do you?  Who do you see when you hear the name of Jesus?

In the history of man, no other name is as recognized, feared, loved, and both hated and despised as the name of Jesus.  But His love of sinners goes on today, His Father patient that none should perish.  Now, what does your god offer you?  Does he have the quality of person, the reputation, and the perception by those who know him that Jesus does?  And it all comes down to product, God’s own Son, made perfect to deal with our imperfection.  With a lifetime warranty, who else but Jesus can promise eternal life, and deliver it?  And what other group of believers, starting with the disciples, are willing to bet everything, including their life, unto death,  to follow Him?

Some iconic brands have been resurrected, but none like Jesus.  Who is more than a brand, surpasses any religious affiliation, and is that personal.  Jesus saves-isn’t that enough?  And I have a slogan for Indian, with apologies to those who ride horses.  “Save a cowboy, ride an Indian.”  And if you are what you ride, I am glad to ride a Triumph.  But Jesus will always be my brand of choice.  You can make Him yours today.  Like the ad says...”stop dreaming, start riding.”  The best things in life never go out of production or style.  And today the Cross is the most iconic.  I hope you identify with it, I am sure glad I do.

love with compassion,

Mike

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the four freedoms of riding

There are many myths surrounding the different types of motorcycles we ride.  30 years ago the first thing we changed when buying a new bike was to put on low bars, now every manufacturer makes a sport bike, save for Harley.  Low bars, clips ons are standard, and how can they be comfortable?  Then at the opposite end are the cruiser guys, the Harleys, Victorys, and the new Indian.  Sitting upright, but many with feet on crash bars, legs spread apart in the birthing position, holding on tightly to the apes, and I wonder how can that be comfortable?  Gold Wing riders look at me and wonder how can anyone ride something without a sound system, compressor, heated seats, and electric windshield, and call it a touring bike?  And finally the BMW GS crowd, with one trip through the Tourtech catalog, and a new bike, you can spend $30,000-for a dirt bike, that no yuppie will ever ride in the dirt.  And yet in my 2006 Tiger, I find the perfect combination of all rides for me.  First is the freedom from wrist pain.  I have ridden sport bikes all my life, and currently riding a 2015 Daytona R- a race bike for the street.  In traffic it is painful on the wrists, but above 80, and in the curves, I am having the time of my life.  Going faster in corners than I should, and having a bike to back me up, but my Tiger is almost as fast, and comfortable-in all riding, all day.  On all roads,a nd with Theresa on the back. 

Today’s adventure bikes like the Tiger, BMW GS, and Yamaha’s Tenare don’t have you stop when the pavement does, and allow to a certain degree  an off road adventure, if 600 pound dirt bikes can be adventurous.  But kept in common sense boundaries, I have gone down many roads on the Tiger when I would have turned back on any other ride.  Riding up the backside to Parkfield on the gravel road among the cows on my Sprint RS is a good reminder, today I just keep going, and enjoying the ride.  So I can enjoy the second freedom, the freedom from clean pavement.  Underneath all that asphalt is dirt, and dirt takes you places the pavement won’t.  And you get dirty, which is always fun.  And amazing how a sign saying pavement ends is only the start of an interesting ride.  So many places are only a few dirt miles away....Theresa and I know how to pack.  We have even taught it to others, after watching as Mike and Randy came out from their motel room with their luggage on a cart.  I was embarrassed for them, we had two tank bags, and a tail pack-for both of us.  But we use soft luggage when we can, but on the Tiger it has hard bags, so we can fit more, more securely, and not worry when we leave the bike unattended.  We have the third freedom, the freedom from soft luggage, and knowing how to pack, we have been gone for as long as 37 days-take that Gold Wing rider, travelled over 11,000 miles and 31 states.  On a non-touring bike!  With no radio, or GPS.  We pack for 4 days, then repeat.  We can do it with soft luggage, but I too often see soft luggage sliding to one side, or loaded incorrectly-give me the Tiger with hard bags anyday.

The fourth freedom works on both the ends of the seat.  Theresa has taken up to 6200 pictures on our trips, most from the back of the bike.  And as any rider knows, if the passenger is happy, so will you be.  Too many wives won’t ride because some husband thinks his skinny seat looks cool, let him put his fat butt on it for an hour, then ask him.  But with the comfy Corbin seat we have on the Tiger, we also have the ability to look around.  I can see over most cars, some SUV’s, and around pick ups.  I can turn my head a far as my neck will turn, without pain, and nothing to inhibit its view.  Sitting up dirt bike style, is still the most comfortable, and I can look at more than my elbows in the mirrors, while the mirrors stay clear with no buzziness unlike my V-twin friends.  And I can enjoy the freedom of riding, which is why many of us ride rather than take the family saloon or car pool.  There are freedoms within the freedom, and I can be happy on any bike,at any time, given the right conditions.  But when it gets nasty, I’m tired, or have another 500 miles to go that day, I am glad I chose the Tiger.  And like many are finding, adventure bikes handle like a sport bike, have better brakes than a standard, and are smother than a Gold Wing.  And with less chrome to polish, can look even cooler than the $3000 extra you just spent at the HD store.  Mile after mile.....

Yet we all ride, the most important thing.  So we get the freedom thing.  But how many times after along day of riding, if someone called you for a ride that night, would you accept or make excuses?  We’re home, bike put away, clothes in washer, yet the ride calls, or the road call to you.  And that can be the best ride of the day.  A short trip with a friend, the road the ride, and the destination is home and in bed a few hours later.  Reviewing the rides of the day, and planning for tomorrow’s.  I had a friend call me the other day, asking me to go to a rally for the flag with him.  I used to, but stay away from political rides, I rather ride.  That is my form of protest.  But he was concerned if he should go, he had never been to a bike rally before, what if there was swearing?  What if their were scantilly cladded girls?  What if people were smoking?  What if....and so he decided not to go, can’t go out to where all that sin is.  And yet, that is where we are directed by Christ to go.  Out to where the sinners are!  Years ago I got upset with God at a CMA rally in Ogden, Utah.  LDS country, and they knew we were not.  Asking God, “why would you put a group of Christians in the middle of LDS land? his answer was simple.  “Can you think of a better place to put a hospital than where the sick are?”  And it all made sense.  But to my friend, he studies day and night to get closer to God, to be a witness, yet stays inside the church four walls.  He knows more verses, can tell me where it says so, but has never seen the application.  He is hiding from confrontation with sinners, rather than embracing them.  In all his studies, he still hasn’t gotten to the part to love sinner, hate the sin.  He is preaching to the choir, and missing out riding.  He has no freedom, but yet is fearful of who he might see, what he might hear, or worse yet who may see him at such an event.  Maybe if we look at Jesus in a different light, we see Him with hookers-scantilly clad, biker types, the religious-Pharisees, and He probably hears His name spoken in vain more than you ever will.  Yet it is out among the sinners, where the sick are, He takes His message of healing and salvation.  His choir is the world, and He is freedom.  Freedom from legalism, freedom to live, freedom to be who we are in Christ, and the freedom to leave the four walls of the church.  Four freedoms in Christ-and while riding.  For Jesus knows we are the church, and no walls can hold back His love or His message.  No amount of knowledge can overcome His wisdom, and no piety can overcome His humility.  So out into the world we go...riding in the freedom of the spirit.  We are the church, and we are taking His message to a lost and dying world!  Now that’s freedom!

Sadly the world of motorcycling is becoming like the religious-we are dividing ourselves.  We need to remember our commonality-riding, and ride with each other.  Not argue over which bike is better, or faster.  it needs to come down to the rider, a good rider can make a bad bike better, a bad rider can trash a good bike.  Works like that in church too.  So remember the freedom we have in Christ Jesus, and take Him and it wherever you are.  I rather be described as a guy who rides, and who loves to ride.  And I would rather be known as a man who loves Jesus and His church.  And wants to take that message out on the road.  The ultimate freedom, riding in Jesus.  Now that’s an adventure I am glad to be part of!

love with compassion,

Mike

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