As kids growing up in the fifties and sixties, this time of year meant the arrival of the Sears Christmas Catalog, aka the Wish Book. Jammed inside its pages were all the toys we would desire, plus many we would see for the first time. It would have us writing notes and lists of toys we wanted, then passing them on to our parents, who we knew would see that Santa would get them, and just in case he didn't exist, they would have our lists. For almost two months we would read and digest the book, knowing prices, shipping weights and charges, and colors, etc. We would be stoked as the day for the realization of our dreams would draw closer. All these neat boy toys, but I never could understand the girls section. I knew girls who played with boy toys, but what possible fun was Barbie-or her dream house? I still don't get it-fortunately God showed me favor by giving me sons.
We attended the Tour de Wangers this weekend, sponsored by Jim Wangers, the Godfather of the GTO. He was there at the beginning, and at 83 still is lively and active today. With over 100 cars in attendance, most Pontiacs, we had a great time looking at cars that were original, or restored right-still driven and enjoyed. When I go to these shows I like to listen to the older guys tell their stories, and I heard more than once that day about their tours in Nam, and the cars they lusted over when they got back. Cars with names like GTO, Firebird, Trans Am, Camaro, Boss, GTX, Roadrunner, and 442 lit up the conversations. And what cars to come home to. A nation had deserted them, but not the wheels they loved. And on pay saved or given to parents for safe keeping, anyone with $3500 could buy one of these classic muscle cars when new. 1967-70 were the greatest times for them, and these cars of their dreams were there waiting. Just make sure you had almost as much money for insurance!
And walking and listening reminded me of how young men, and boys, still dream about fast cars. No matter their age. It is like Alfred P. Sloan, the architect of GM said, "you can sell a young man's car to an older man, but not an old man's car to a younger one." Top down, 4bbls open, and your favorite AM station blaring through the rear speaker, life couldn't be any better. No matter your age or hair line-life is for living. The price of the toys separating the men from the boys.
I also enjoy listening to older Christian men tell about the things God has done in their lives. It encourages me, and gives me hope, and it seems to be heard just when needed. When disaster strikes, and you fell alone-a brother will call who has gone through it-and somehow you realize you can too. It reminds me that when things get tough, that God is tougher. That God owns the bank, is the doctor, and owns the fleet in my garage. He is the food in my fridge, and the electricity in my wires. He is always there, but sometimes sends friends to remind me of His love, blessing both of us. This weekend being hit by a car while riding, I was reminded of that love by all the e-mails, phone calls, and visitors. No way I could hurt with all this love going on. And we talked of God, economy, ministries, and of course motorcycles. A better way to keep you young than even a muscle car. And as I reflect on that, I realize that as dangerous as our sport can be, the blessings far outweigh the dangers.
And I also realize that God rides with each one of us, at any speed. So strap yourself in, or your helmet on-and enjoy the ride. Some last longer than others, some are faster, some are just a cruise or a ride in the country. But a ride and life with God is never boring-Jesus Christ sees to that. So get out and enjoy life-but please-look out for bikes and bikers. We have families too- and would love to enjoy God's blessings with them. And just like those who came back to fulfill their dreams, keep reading the true wish book-where all your dreams will come true-the Bible. Never grow up-just grow into your dreams. And bless others as you go. You never know-they just might have a red 442 in the garage that needs exercising, and a co-driver. Don't miss any blessings God has for you-even if you take them a 1/4 mile at a time. Jesus Christ adds life-hey, He is life!
love with compassion, and a few bruises,
Mike
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