Wednesday, September 2, 2009

taking the fork in the road when coming to it


It's automatic when us old touring riders get together that the talk eventually turns to roads travelled, and within the time it takes to eat that second burger, the talk turns to favorite places. And instinctively we talk of great roads ridden, the Million Dollar Highway, PCH-Highway 1, Skyline Drive-California or Virginia, take your pick, or the Natchez Trace. It always brings back great memories, and the roads get better as the evening gets older. But I cannot remember in a long time talking of roads we just hated-places to be avoided at all costs. Seems the trained GPS in our mind-pride-will not allow that we ever chose a wrong road, or made a wrong turn. The following are offered to assist-you in your planning and me in my humility. Be warned and plan accordingly.
1-Route 22 in New Jersey. An anachronism of old businesses and of genius planning-as it gets closer to New York City, it goes from three lanes to two-instant traffic jam. And can anyone explain the routes 1-9-35-22-78-Garden State Parkway-Jersey Turnpike interchanges? Or the Flagship?
2-While avoiding New Jersey, stay off the Turnpike. Pot holes, big trucks, and they charge you for the right to drive on it. An X Files road if there ever was one.
3-Interstate 80 in Illinois-a toll booth every eight miles. Only 80 cents per toll you say, last time it took me almost $8 to ride it into Rockford. From the land of pay to play-avoid.
4-I-10 in west Texas. In particular through Junction, number one speed trap in the state. Got caught there doing 76 in a 70 zone. Sheriff and deputy were across freeway and writing another ticket before I could get my helmet back on to leave. Besides it is ugly high desert. And driving it only takes forever, slightly less at night.
5-Any road leading into Dodge City, Kansas. The whole town stinks-like a huge butcher shop. Roads leading out not much better, take example from Lot's wife and don't look back-or upwind. YUK!
6-US 50 or New York Avenue in Washington, DC-horrible ghetto neighborhoods with standard scary characters stationed at every red light, which never work in your favor. Keep bike in gear ready to escape-may be second to any road in Detroit-I've heard and avoided. Not quite as bad with a Democrat president-your tax dollars at work.
7-US 395 out of Burns, Oregon-ugly, flat, hot in summer-ugly, flat, freezing in winter. The highlight is the sterile lake that greets you. No place to stop or fuel for a 100 miles, like you would anyway. There is a reason no one lives in these parts-now you know why.
8-I-40 between Barstow and Needles. No matter which way you take it-avoid it! Hot-I have been in 124 degree heat on it, and Needles is hell on earth as far as I can tell. Barstow at least has Carlos and Toto's, good Mexican food. 140 miles of ugly desert, hot temperatures and broken dreams. This is the road that broke the Joads back-it by-passed old Route 66.
Eight roads to avoid, you have been warned. A gift from me, to you. And like Jesus says, it is not too late to change the road you are on. Sometimes we find ourselves on the wrong road in life, just one bad decision and we have a whole set of nightmares. But as God did for Lot, He got him out. God always leaves a way out, but not one which we can see. He wants us to contact Him, prayerfully, and let Him guide us out. By the way, there are good roads parallel to almost all the bad roads I mentioned, it just takes faith to try one. And that is what God asks us to do, trust Him. Use that little bit of faith and travel where you have never been, to places you didn't know existed, and see things God has promised, but missed by not obeying His leading. If faith is the substance of things not seen, try His guidance. It took the Israelites only 40 years to travel 400 miles, a true testament to disobedience. Are you lost if you still have gas? The road you are on doesn't have to take that long. Or go nowhere. You can stop and ask directions now-it's ok men. And women. But God-who offers freely will offer guidance and a road trip second to none.
Both Skyline Drives parallel freeways. Sorry, can't get you out of Texas any faster-except heading east. Take old route 66 instead of the freeway. You see you can change the road you are on, it is called repentance. A military term meaning changing direction, but more importantly meaning getting back on course. Some roads will look tempting, but end up getting you lost. Like one night in eastern Ohio, in the rain a sheriff found me after I got lost off of I-80 and told me this is the kind of area people get lost in and never return. Maybe that is why God says the path is straight and narrow-just like Red Mountain Pass with curves added for emphasis. Inches wider and it is a 1000' down.
The road you choose will tell a lot more about your final destination than where you think you are headed. Make sure you never travel without your GPS-God's Perfect Son as your map. Anything else may look good on paper, but leads to heartache later. Ride your own ride-with Jesus. A road captain who knows all the best roads, places to eat, and great destinations. A routing service no AAA can match-see you on the road-just not on the eight mentioned above. Ride by faith, not by sight-He knows-oh boy, does He know!
love with compassion,
Mike
matthew25biker.blogspot.com

heaven-shipping included in price


A popular sign when traveling throughout the northeast is "George Washington slept here." Advertised on many old inns, or houses, this claim seems to give credibility to them in charging more. I just hope it isn't the same straw mattress on ropes George laid his head on! And based on the claims, he sure must have slept a lot. Wonder when he found time to be president? But somehow we are attracted to claims like that, and are willing to pay more for the chance to attain immortality, or at least bragging rights. And it seems George didn't leave a forwarding address, and rarely left a certificate of authenticity, so we just believe the claim-on faith or lust, which ever suits the mood.
Why is it that just putting some geeky celebrity's name on a motorcycle for sale adds value? Yes, some like Steve McQueen, Brando, or James Dean may add desirability, but how many motorcycles could they have possibly ridden? How big was/is their collection? Yet we see names showing up in ads everywhere, Rolls Royce once owned by the Duke of Guacamole. And people will fall for it, then brag to their friends about the high price they paid. Maybe the emperor did have new clothes after all!
Limited quantities sometimes means they were produced in small quantities because no one wanted them then either. But for some reason because it didn't sell then, it sells now, for more money! I knew a man in New Mexico who bought a new Trans Am because he was told the stickers on his car were a limited edition, limited to every Trans Am made that year he later found out! But he peeled them off, now he truly had a limited edition. Wonder if that could be called a custom? Would you pay more for a car owned by Stevie Wonder? If he had driven it? Does that make you uptight? Outta sight.
You see our egos want to give us an advantage in anything, over anybody. Why else did Triumph build a 2300cc Rocket III, the biggest production bike? Why does Harley put out CVO models in limited quantities, a model they should have built in the first place, but now can sell for $10,000 more, because it is in limited quantities? Say maybe build 5000 of each, giving you exclusivity until the next time you go to Biggs, and see four of them, all parked together, then form a club, for guess what, being exclusive!
Pride of ownership, goes right before the fall. It started in the garden. "See Eve, only God can access that tree. Want one, here's the deal...." and we know the rest of the story. Imagine if there was an eBay in the time of Jesus, instead of drawing lots for His clothes, the ad would read "cloak worn by crucified religious zealot. one of a kind, original. bidding begins at ...." Or "donkey ridden by Jesus of Nazareth into Jerusalem, verified by owner, must see..." Would it be stuffed and on display today? How many of you would bid on that? But yet neglect the man who rode in on it or wore it? Have things taken the place of Him, and what He did? What about the cross bar that His hands were nailed to? I'm surprised that hasn't surfaced somewhere!
But like the Ark of the Covenant, that Indiana Jones looked for and found was in a warehouse-they are only found in heaven. That is where God tells us the ark is, and that is where God is! I guess finding the truth in the Bible just isn't as exciting as 120 minutes of special effects. If you do, then you haven't read the Bible!
The point here is we are more interested in the creation, than the creator. Did you know that He also created you to be reading this? Now? That He allows every situation so you can go to Him, to know Him better? That while George slept, Jesus was still awake, praying for us by name-before we were born? But yet for some, the only thing they come away with from the Harvest Crusade is a new shirt, instead of a new heart. I'll show everyone how I'm saved, but God knows different. He truly gives a certificate of authenticity, He writes your name in the Book of Life. No bumper stickers, shirts, or DVD's needed. Just Jesus, say yes to Him and you are in-forever. And unlike the greedy who sell Limited Edition Bibles-I have seen them-His gift is free-no charge! If it wasn't, would it be a gift? Sure better than hoping you were more nice than naughty this last year!
Is there a sign on your heart that states Jesus lives here? It doesn't make you more valuable to Him, because while we were yet sinners He died for us. But it does get you into Heaven-an exclusive club upon death-all invited, but few take the invitation serious enough to RSVP. To God you are a special edition, unique and priceless, that He was willing to die for, so He could purchase you. No bidding, just a simple request-will you accept forgiveness and My son Jesus?
Jesus Christ was a unique creation, a very limited edition-there is only one of Him! Maybe that is why Christians look to the future and not the past. Our collection/collector awaits us in heaven. He performed the restoration, and when we sleep it is because he is with us, no matter where we lay our heads. Maybe there should be a sign on Christians' front doors, Jesus Christ sleeps here! Let me know, the marketing opportunity is priceless! Maybe sell them on eBay!
Heaven-may we all rest there someday! Maybe if we started a campaign-limited seating available, offer expires soon-now does eternal life sound more appealing? He paid the price, what's your opening bid?
love with compassion,
Mike
matthew25biker.blogspot.com