is it still a Cordoba if it doesn't have fine Corinthian leather?

I came close a few times, but never have owned a car with the thick velour seats of the 70-80’s.  Can you remember the sofa like padded cushions of the luxury cars at the time, not only in the crushed velour that was at one time popular, but in earth colors, that made them even worse?  A seat you sank into, that looked comfortable, but provided no form of support, and after a few miles became uncomfortable.  Like those big padded motorcycle seats that some buy, claiming they are comfortable, but have a huge decorative button in the middle, after a few miles it feels like a needle, all in the  name of  style.  My cars in the 70’s mostly had vinyl, cold in winter or hot in summer, remember your leg sticking to them in shorts, or that fake looking velour with no nap on it that looked worn after 15 minutes.  Close but never the rich, velvet looking velour that we all wanted, but that was reserved for the moneyed few. 

I sold AMC cars and Jeeps in 1977, the cars still had the seats that folded flat into a bed from the 50’s, the Jeeps had the Levi’s style vinyl, which looked way cool, and was.  We sold more used than new cars, SUV’s weren’t hot yet, and one used car we had was a Cordoba.  A Chrysler Cordoba, the one that made Ricardo Montalban famous for his words “fine Corinthian leather.”  But this one had velour seats, and a few who looked at it lost interest when they spotted it instead of the FCL.  One guy even wondering “is it still a Cordoba if it doesn’t have fine Corinthian leather?”  He may have had a point....

Yet FCL was an option and many out there didn’t have it, as can be attested to today, see one at a car show, most likely velour, which makes the i-diot generation think it is cool.  They obviously never heard old Ricky M. bragging about the FCL in that wonderful accent.  But in all these years of having leather seats in cars, I have never been asked, nor am sure what a Corinthian is, and what makes its leather so desirable.  I have heard of Connolly leather in British cars, MB Tech, their vinyl look like, Morrokide, that GM vinyl from the 60’s that never wore out, but have never seen of a Corinthian.  Any help out there? 

I love the song Silent Night, almost brings tears to my eyes sometimes, but I have always wondered about a person mentioned in it.  One line reads “round yon virgin, mother, and child,” we know Mary is the mother, Jesus is the child, but who or what is a round yon virgin?  I have asked pastors, worship leaders, and now you, what or who is the round yon virgin?  Obviously important enough to be mentioned along with Jesus and Mary, have I misinterpreted words like my friend Bruce did long ago with Paperback Writer, he would sing “take a fast right turn,” and we would laugh.  And so the mystery of the round yon virgin remains to this day....

But also I question the silent night part of that night.  Inns were not like today, no reservation desk, and thousands were on the road for a census.  Mary was with child, and was offered a place in the stable, maybe not even a barn, but an area broken into camp sites, loud, dirty, and with no privacy.  After giving birth, Jesus was laid in a manger, a feeding trough, carved out of stone that animals were fed from, and wrapped in swaddling clothes, strips of cloth the dead were buried in, like a mummy, the same type of clothes he would be buried in prior to his resurrection.  Not the most sanitary, private, or even place for lyrics to a song, but yet I believe all was calm, as God was with them, Emmanuel means God with us.  Even as a newborn, Jesus was still fully God, and full man.  Sleeping in a heavenly peace we cannot imagine, our infinite minds cannot comprehend the things of heaven.  So maybe the lyrics writer is forgiven, perhaps has insight that the congregation doesn’t, maybe something to consider the next time we sing Silent Night.  Surely in God’s eyes, all was well, and all was bright, even in the middle of the night.  His light shining forth in a fallen world, for he is light, in him is found no darkness at all.  Do you believe or are you still wandering, while wondering about his miracle conception and birth?  It takes faith to believe, for God said it, maybe I should lighten up the round yon virgin, whoever they may be.

Yet some seek comfort in religion, philosophy, or riches, and fall short of God’s glory.  They may even sing the songs at Christmas, but the words fall short of reaching their heart and they miss the blessing.  Just a song for the season, and after Christmas the DVD’s are put away until next year.  They are seeking but they are not wise, the wise men knew of a savior, they didn’t expect a child, today wise men still seek him, a baby who came humbly into the world to save us from our sins.  How could a baby born in a stable, wrapped in death clothes, make such a difference in the world?  Is it possible he really is who he said he was?  Or are you like the used car buyer, who wonders, after hearing the ads about rich Corinthian leather?  Can it really a Cordoba without it?  So much was made of it in the ad...

Why do we believe the words in a car ad, yet doubt the words of God, the word of God, who Jesus was?  How many are sitting on a vinyl seat of religion when you can be wrapped in the luxury of the truth?  There are no options when you come home to Jesus, you get it all, only your faith keeps you from all of God’s blessings.  The truth is Jesus is Lord, and science or the world may not care what you believe, but Jesus does.  All the world celebrates a holiday this time of year, the Jews Hannakuh, and Christians Christmas, the day of Christ.  Even those who don’t believe like to get gifts, and some even give, but where is Christ in your Christmas?  In your heart?  Is it really Christmas without Jesus?  One last thing for those who doubt the time of year....

We celebrate Christmas in December, the 25th, yet history records Jesus physical birth as sometime in September, it was around Yom Kappur, the day of atonement, so they don’t believe based on a calendar date.  But don’t try to outsmart God, the Jews believe life begins at conception, go back nine months from September and you get December, the time of the conception of Jesus, the date when his life began in the womb of a virgin.  His virgin conception.  We get two times to celebrate, and real Christians celebrate him everyday.  We invite you to the party this year, today, consider this an invite to eternity, to the real party, to the real Jesus.  Not an option, you must believe to enter the kingdom of God.  Christmas cannot be Christmas without Jesus, as for fine Corinthian leather.....seems the Corinthians had some strange views on Christianity...don’t you be fooled.  Can it really be Christmas without Jesus?  As for  who was that round yon virgin......

love with compassion,

Mike

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apples for the poor and toothless

There is an old tale about four blind men encountering an elephant, and trying to describe it.  One grabs its trunk and says it is like a snake.  Another grabs its leg and describes it as a tree trunk.  Still a third touches its side and describes it as a wall, while the last one grabs his tail, and describes it as a rope.  All men are right in what they felt and described, yet they are all wrong as they only encountered parts of the elephant and never got the whole picture.  A lot of life is like that, we make snap decisions based on a quick encounter, but fail to see the whole picture.  An encounter after church one morning with a nurse tells me how motorcycling is deadly, based on her ER experiences.  Harley guys cruise at the high speed of 65, sport bike guys ride at over 100, and go faster in the curves, yet adventure riders aren’t content until the pavement ends, and the road continues on.  All are the same sport, but each rider sees his ride different. 

Years ago if you wanted the ultimate performance, you rode a liter bike, now you can get the same or better performance from a 600, which coincidentally costs the same as liter bikes of a decade ago.  Metric cruisers try to compete with Harley, Indian has given them a wakeup call, Harley is trying to market a sport bike, and everyone now wants to follow BMW’s lead with their best selling GS 1200.  Trying to predict the next riding trend keeps designers up late, managers looking for trends, and today’s rider wondering what his next new bike will be.  In each case, they are trying to figure out what we want, but really they are more interested in what will sell.  And like the four blind guys and the elephant, each address a part of motorcycling, but somehow never ask the elephant, us how we feel.

Years ago the old dog food story was told, of a company meeting and the new release of a new dog food.  The new ads were shown, the new packaging, and new ad campaign.  The profit picture was shown, and the managers wives were already spending their bonus checks.  The room took on a pep rally atmosphere, until one man asked the question, “what do the dogs think of it?  Have they tried it yet?”  And the room went quiet....No one had thought to ask the dog if he liked it.  Ministry to some people is the same thing, one church has old clothes, so gives them to a second hand store, who then has to throw them out.  Not too many homeless need expensive gowns.  A youth group goes out and gives away apples to the poor, which go uneaten, they never considered their lack of teeth and how the apples cannot be eaten.  It being Christmas season and many toy runs are going on, yet the rest of the year, who cares about these kids?  Many times the ministry we see on the street is like the rich man who stands up in church and gives $1000-anonymously.  All things are good, but not all are productive.  No one took the time to ask the homeless, the motorcycle rider, the dog, or the elephant his point of view, or what he wanted.  Sorta like Job and his friends....

Job’s three friends gave him good advice, but never considered the man and his mental or emotional condition.  In stress and distress, they read his attitude as a man in sin, not a man in misery.  “Job’s misery must be a result of his sin,” and then condemn him, never considering his feelings.  Yet we see a depth to Job in his response to his wife, who is condemned in religion as a bitter and sinful woman, telling her husband to just curse God and die.  But Job’s response gives us real insight to the man, he tells her you are not yourself, you are acting out of character.  He sees deep into her situation, the others are just ready to judge. She too has lost everything....remember that next time your burger comes with onions and you didn’t ask for them.  They give advice, bad here, and go on thinking what a great job they did.  But where is the love.....they never considered God’s character.  How often we react like that to people in distress we have all the answers, we fail to ask the right questions.  Yet many study to find themselves approved, but in reality are looking for loopholes for their sin.  Bragging of God, quoting Jesus, but never knowing him, let alone asking him for guidance.

Like Job’s friends do we consider God in situations?  Do we pray for them, leaving the answer open to the spirit, or do we condemn them in our words?  The book of Job is filled with many prayers, yet they are all his to God, no one else’s.  Which part of the elephant are you grabbing?  A snake or a tree?  Do you ride you Harley on gravel roads, or your adventure bike only on pavement?  A friend of mine spent $7000 to make his Harley go fast, yet never rides over 70.  Another friend has the cleanest leathers, yet his tires have the widest chicken strips.  Some own a motorcycle, some of us ride.  Some are religious, some know Jesus.  Some give advice, some fail to take it.  But in every situation, have we stopped to ask “where is Jesus?”  Not what would Jesus do? if you are a Christian you shouldn’t have to ask, but where is he in this situation?  A test or a punishment.  Even Satan had more insight than Job’s friends, yet many are so busy judging others they fail to see how they misquote scripture when doing it.  Maybe we all just need to go for a ride....

You don’t know what my last phone call was, good or bad.  Yet we are quick to judge, no smile and it’s “what’s his problem?”  When really you are the problem.  So ask God who gives abundantly, including good advice and wisdom.  A good shepherd knows the route he is on, and protects his sheep.  Our great shepherd knows the plans he has for us, for growth, security, and how to deal with danger.  He wants to be part of our lives, and he wants us part of his.  So maybe we need to ask the same question the man at the dog food rally asked, “what does God think of it?”  Have you considered God, or are you acting like a foolish woman?  God knows your character, do you know his?  Or is you relationship with him just another feel good toy run.....if you have to ask, he’ll understand.

love with compassion,

Mike

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across a crowded room

Linda and Diane were friends of mine in high school.  Cute girls who were giggly and boy crazy, but shy, whenever one said hello to them they went to pieces.  They would go to the yearbook, look them up, find where they lived, and cruise by in Linda’s Dad’s Olds 98.  With her Mom driving.  Ducking down in the seat so no one could see as they passed by, sometimes 2-3 times.  We usually hung out in Linda’s basement on Saturdays, and the talk this week was of a new guy who said hi to her named Dave.  Turns out it was a guy I played ball with, “would you like me to introduce you to him?”  And the desperate pleas to not embarrass her were really a yes would you please.  So on one Saturday afternoon, I rode along in the back seat of the 98, big enough to sublet, and we drove past Dave’s house.  Now it was always her dream that the person whose house she drove by would be out, they would see her, have her stop and ask her to visit.  But many drive bys were with them crouched in the seat so they couldn’t be seen just in case that certain someone was outside.  And she would die of embarrassment. And on this particular fall afternoon, Dave was out raking leaves as we drove by.  I called out his name, he responded “hey Mike,” and Linda sank in the seat dying of embarrassment.  I asked her Mom to turn around and go back and stop, and Linda dropped to floor, “take me home!”  I was never invited along for a ride again....

But such was the meeting process as teens, seeing someone across a crowded room, making eye contact, hoping they would notice too, and the relationship began.  Drive bys with your mother optional.  But in some way that is how we are first introduced to Jesus.  We are at a party, or out with a friend, and you see him, something is different about him, and you want to meet him.  You may even be bold enough to say hi, or introduce yourself.  But soon you strike up a conversation, and you are enamored, and you become friends.  You want to find out his likes and dislikes, as being friends you want to please him.  You may even cruise by his place a church, just to see where he lives or hangs out.  But a funny thing begins to happen to you, as you become friends you want to please him, so change your bad habits, you don’t want to embarrass him like you do with others.  Your language and habits change, and soon he offers you to join his family, his inner circle.  And you accept, we call it salvation, and the relationship continues and grows.  You have decided to follow this man wherever he goes, knowing he is the son of God, and his name is Jesus.  And he calls you friend, and wants to be your friend.  No more drive bys, no more wondering, or wandering, you become a child of God, a joint heir with him, and your life has been changed forever.  By this chance meeting....

Which like my ride with Linda that day was no chance.  Long before time God knew what you would need, and how to draw you to him.  What seems like a chance meeting is really part of the plan he has for you, to become part of your life, and you to become part of his.  There may be times you are embarrassed by him, he is so good and your old friends so bad, but he never looks down on them or you.  He listens to them, answers their questions, and wants to be their friend, Lord and savior.  But it is their choice, just like it was yours.  Some will become his friend, some reject him, but no one will ever be the same after meeting him.  If only all your friends were as good a friend as Jesus.

Meeting Jesus is maybe as easy as the song you sang in Sunday School, “Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so.”  Maybe we are a bit harder, and don’t see our sin, he offers forgiveness and mercy, not pointing out our sin, but showing love.  Our sin finds us out.  Yet many drive by, and keep going, hard for me to figure, since I know him.  But his offer still stands today....

Later when seeing Dave in school, he wondered what I was doing on his side of town.  “Just passing by with a friend,”  Linda might have killed me if I told him.  Don’t let the time with Jesus pass you by, you will die without him.  Be bold in love, guided by his spirit, and when you see that stranger across the crowded room, don’t miss the chance to get to know him.  When we welcome strangers, we are doing what he tells the church to do in Matthew 25, for when we do we are doing unto him.  And some of us are stranger than others.  But one funny thing about Jesus, his love may seem strange at first, but if you miss it you miss out on everything.  It may be just like when Gatsby first saw Daisy across the crowded room, he knew his life would be changed forever.  Jesus meets you where you are, across a crowded room or even crouched down in the front seat.....I call him Lord, he just calls me friend.

love with compassion,

Mike

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ever been glad when it is finally over, but wish it could go on forever?

 The sticker on my pickup says “for some there is psychiatry, for the rest of us there is motorcycles.”  I think that says it all, and for 41 nights this year, I have spent 38 of the 41 on two wheels.  From five days in 109 degrees, to fighting headwinds in the Midwest and skirting thunderstorms in Indiana, I have woken up to 31 degrees, saw the most incredible night sky and show at over 8000’, and met new friends, visited with old ones, seen old shops closed down, new ones open, and can’t wait to do it all over again.  For me seat time on a motorcycle does what no psycho-chiatrist could do, if I need to explain, you wouldn’t understand.  I have been all over Arizona four times, New Mexico three, and mixed with quick rides to Monterrey to The Quail, rides to lunch that end up over 200 miles, and break in bikes from the Press Fleet, I feel weird in a car, disconnected, and no matter the weather, wish I was riding too. 

But no matter the length or distance of the ride, somewhere along the way, it is time to head back, to head home, to catch up on our other life, our non-road life, to reunite with our puppy, catch up on emails, pay a few bills, and plan for the next ride.  My fried Gerald once told me on every vacation, the Thursday before your trip ends, your trip begins to unwind, you view things different.  You are heading back instead of heading away, words that prove true, that day on any ride not looked forward to.  Our longest ride ever was 37 days, 31 states, and 11,000 miles.  And on that ride and many others, we start looking for excuses to stay out, if even for only a day longer.  Many times we are glad to get home, God has given us a great home to live in and return to, but we regularly are glad when the trip is over, but wish it could go on forever.  With each beginning there must be an end, and when we start counting days, they seem real, they make me feel more mortal.  We do not know the day of our death, of our transition from mortal to immortal, and some days I don’t want to end, while others I wonder why God has kept me here, like some sort of a punishment.  But in all things, we look to him, as when he is our heart’s desire, we see him fulfill our lives in an intimate way.  Again, if I have to explain, you wouldn’t understand.

Our riding of late has taken a new course, where we once had destinations, now we choose a direction.  With variations along the way, we seem to see more, don’t race to get there, and if we see a road that looks interesting and calling my name, we take it.  We know our final destination will be heaven, if you don’t understand, I can try to explain, but as great as all our rides are here, as  much as I don’t want them to end, I know that someday they will, but my ride with God will go on forever.  That immortality in Christ brings along infinite time, and an infinite God’s love to enjoy.  With him, for without him it is hell, even on earth.  Some live by the old saying, “ride like hell you’ll get there,” and seem intent on that destination, if only Christians would be as intent on heaven, how our message may change the world.  After being home a few hours, and catching up on all that has happened, we are ready again.  Why does it take such a short time to catch up on life when gone, but seems to go so slow when living it?

It has been said that life is what interferes with our plans, but God sees it differently.  For he has plans for us, not to control, but to participate with us in life.  He is along for the ride, and he has provided motorcycles as a way to spend time with him.  How many lessons, praise songs, revelations, and prayer time has been spent inside my Arai I cannot count, a time where the world has to stay away, as in God’s temple you find no sin or confusion.  Yet as once we worshipped in temples, now Jesus tells us we are the temple in which the holy spirit dwells, we can have Jesus 24/7, no matter where we are or what we are doing.  He is no longer just a Sunday service, but a 24 hour traveling companion, who seems more at home on the road than sitting in a building called the church.  To him we are the church, and where his spirit is, there is liberty.  Freedom from religion, from rules and legalism, a freedom to be who we are, maybe the hardest thing we will ever do.  Those of us who ride know the freedom of the open road, but how many enjoy the freedom found in Christ? 

So I look forward to the day that I leave this earth, but with some reservations.  When talking about death with a friend, I asked if he was afraid to die.  He wasn’t sure, as he had never died before.  Fortunately we can have a conversation with one who has, who chose his day and date, and then who resurrected just like he said he would.  Just like his father wanted it, and just so we can be reunited with God.  For if we never sinned, Jesus would never have had to die for us.  If only we could get that, how our ride through life would change.  How we would enjoy the road.  The ride.  And he ones waiting for us at the end. 

All bikers know that taking the long way home may not be the fastest, but can be the most rewarding.  Time to unwind, to spend with the Lord, to put the day behind us.  Not all who attend church are saved, not all who ride are going to heaven.  God makes the distinction by one simple answer, and one action on our part.  Who do we say Jesus is?  And will we repent and turn to him when we recognize his deity?  so if you are glad when some days, some rides are over, know that some day they will both go on forever.  That in Christ we will need no headlights, for there is no darkness at all.  No more maps, no more planning, no more hurrying home and wanting to be gone again.  Only Jesus, and he will go on forever.  And you can begin that ride right now, no matter where you are.  Forever is a long, long time, I hope we all can experience it with Jesus.  One ride at a time....today.  The best and longest ride is yet to come. 

love with compassion,

Mike

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oldies and premix-give me oil for my bike, keep it running

I still don’t understand how a two stroke motor works without having a head and the valve train and such.  Having started riding in a Honda world vs. on a Yamaha or Suzuki planet, we just put gas in the tank, never thought of checking the oil, and off we rode.  But friends with Ossas, or Montessas, Kawasakis, or Huskies all had to mix their gas with two stroke oil, and no van going to the races was complete without a Ratio Rite cup.  Carefully making sure you didn’t have too much oil or you would run rich, and foul a plug, or too lean, not enough and score a piston.  Sure these ring a ding ding bikes made more power, and introduced us to the smell of racing castor, but it was messy, and smoky.  Something that in our youth spoke of our maturity in riding, but later as we got older, was only a nuisance.  Which we learned from the Wildman, who had a 1972 Mach III, and was always stopping for gas, and to check his oil.  The ultimate ring a ding ding bike, it had oil injection, with no premix done by hand, an oiler did that for you, but as he learned not all two stroke oils are the same.  Even in an emergency, bad oil could foul a plug, which was why the Mach III came with an extra set of plugs in a neat little holder under the seat, and why he always carried an extra set.  In a pinch car oil would do, we had read the warnings, but when desperate bend the rules to fit the situation.  When cold and wet and far from home with no motorcycle stores open, the friendly Esso station’s Humble oil would have to do.  Needless to say, he rode at the back by himself due to excessive smoking, with no sweet smell of burning castor to be found....

My first experience with premix was with my 1974 Suzuki RL250 trials bike.  The twin to Gerald’s, they both ran a bit different due to the different oils we used.  Not one better than the other, but he was always changing plugs, and I wasn’t.  Seems that old CCI oil was better after all.  But yet my Yamaha friends swore by their oil, while others swore at theirs, and only a few who raced went for the expensive bean oil, or racing castor, if there is one thing I miss about two strokes it is the smell of racing castor, burns the nose and stings the eyes, helps fend off mosquitoes and girlfriends, but if you ever raced or rode behind a guy using it, you know what I mean.  Premix or injected, it don’t matter to me.

The problem with religion is it is a lot like mixing  your own oil and gas.  If you don’t get it right, you risk ruining an afternoon or even an engine.  Different denominations claim what they add or subtract from the basic gospel of Jesus Christ makes them better, and that they are the best way.  Which may lead you to believe there is more than one way, which scripture denies, there is only one whose name can save, Jesus Christ.  Yet it seems God is more patient with us than an old Ossa, we get the ratio of God and man wrong, he still loves us, a bad premix ratio ruins your engine.  But like we could tell the difference between different brands of two stroke oil, we can tell by the walk of a Christian how deeply rooted they are in Jesus, as opposed to a denomination.  Some respond better to the church, confusing the church for Jesus, and end up in a religious quagmire, having to drain their tank and add oil.  Like the parable of the ten virgins, it is important to not only keep oil in your lamp, but the right kind.  Religion or being religious may change your life, maybe even make it better, but the church cannot save.  It doesn’t have the ability, only Jesus does.  He is the injector system that measures what you need exactly, leaving nothing to chance, his spirit is the correct oil, and leaves a smell sweeter than that of castor.  He is the right ratio, as Corinthians tells us, no too much, not too little, he is adequate in all things. 

He knows the difference between us having a bad day or actually falling away and becoming backslidden.  He is without the legal aspects of religion, his love covers a multitude of sins, including those from disobeying laws that have nothing to do with scripture.  He is the tune up you need daily, not just a fresh tank of gas and fresh oil.  As you go and live your life, he knows just what you need, and no computer operated car can respond as fast as he can.  In fact his response isn’t really a response, as he orders our steps, and knows what we need when we need it, it is up to us to listen and follow.  But beware, there are many oils out there that promise to be as good, that are cheaper, and produce the same results.  If religion truly works, why do some many change churches?  Why do new ones pop up, why do old ones fade away?  It just may be the oil in their lamp, or lack of it.  For anything other than Jesus leads astray.  The root word for religion means binding, think of a chain without lube, here’s that oil again and binding, it will eventually fail.  Keeping it lubed with make it last longer and run smoother.  But chain lube is a special type of oil.....

So we need the heavenly oil in our lamps, not store bought or religion.  We need it daily like right now, we don’t need some prepackaged gospel, we need Jesus to make it personal.  Yet some still rely on the premix style of religion, their lives may seem to run right, no visible signs of damage, but may be deteriorating inside, unknown until they explode.  Scripture tells us that these things shall follow them that believe, what comes out of your tail pipe tells us a lot about what went in.  And only your mechanic can tell the difference when he tears down the motor.  Which is expensive, and means you can’t be out riding.  Or living!

We are to work out our salvation daily with fear and trembling, the wrong kind of relationship can only make it worse.  Low oil can cause the shakes, so can the wrong oil, so make sure the oil you use comes from a heavenly source.  You wouldn’t use 10-40 Castrol to cook with would you?  Don’t answer....I think you get the point.  Bean oil is great for a two stroke, not for refried beans, or a refried motor. Use only the factory stuff, when God made you he knew what you would need, and the right quantities, and qualities.  He not only forgives, but will restore to you what you have lost or had stolen from you.  With that kind of warranty, why would you ride with anyone else?  Don’t take a chance with the wrong premix.  Jesus Christ, the right ratio for life.  Or you may end up walking home in the dark, because Lucas, the Prince of Darkness failed you, but that’s another story.  And if he asks for 710 oil, well don’t answer.  You both need to go for a ride.  Injector or premix....Ring a ding ding!

love with compassion,

Mike

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