rip my friend, the babe magnet has passed away

It's Monday morning, and after being kept up for hours by the 20% chance of rain, the ground is still wet. Which still amazes me, despite the computer telling us only 20%, we still have to look out and see it was 100%. Have we come so far we can't just look out the window to see if it's raining, or not?

And I wonder where were the psychics, prognosticators, politicians, and those whose job it is to cover foreign countries when Tunisia, then Egypt, and now Jordan and others are protesting and their leaders falling. Egypt caught them all by surprise, no one saw that one coming, and from the look on Mrs. Clinton's face, this is more serious than we were initially led to believe. Just another reminder that only God knows what is going on, and that He has things under control. And no one knows the day.

This was also the weekend that my friend Lee went to be with the Lord. We knew it would be coming, but you never know when. He had been sick for quite awhile with liver cancer, believed to be tied in from exposure to Agent Orange, from his tour in Viet Nam, during his 20 years with the Marines. When diagnosed over a year ago, and told it may would be fatal, Lee and I would talk. He was a gentle, kind man, and I asked him, after being given six months to live, if he was afraid to die? He wasn't afraid to die, he knew Jesus, but the other love of his life was his concern. His answer, "who was going to take care of Sue." His wife, aka Ballerini to me, was his best friend, and true to Lee, his main concern before himself. When I asked him, "who was taking care of her now?" a peace came over him, and his smile let me know that He knew Jesus was, and is taking care of her. Even today. And all the other Ballerini's too. We had a joke, as Ballerini would always hug me good bye, then tell me she wanted to adopt me. And I would turn to Lee, and ask "can I call you DAD?" "NO!" was the answer, and we would all smile.

But Lee had a style all his own, he was a babe magnet. First he hooked Ballerini, and then her three daughters she brought with her when they married. Which Lee always loved as his own. Vicki, whom I've yet to meet, but loved Lee very much, Joni, who has so much of her mother in her, and Margaret, who lovingly caressed Lee's feet the morning of his death. She is ten pounds of sugar in a five pound bag. They all were loved, and loved Lee. And to the end, he was still the babe magnet.

We had stopped on our way to a car show in Orange county Saturday morning. And as Margaret massaged his feet, and Ballerini held him, Theresa and I prayed. His breathing was irregular, and once again I reminded him that Jesus was going to take care of all the Ballerini's, including his precious Sue. Hearing is the last thing to go, and the words comforted him. When we left, he was at peace. And within another 25 minutes, present with the Lord.

I miss my friend, Lee. We talked often of his recent motorcycle trip cross country, and his favorite riding place, the Black Hills. With all the Ballerini's always fussing over him, I was the male voice, when I could get my turn. For this babe magnet, was constantly cared for by all the girls in the family. Like I said, I miss my friend, and it was Joni's words that give me comfort. "Lee loved you very much," she said. And I loved him, too.

It has been said that the true measure of success is how your kids describe you to their friends. If so, Lee was a very successful man. Father, husband, friend, Marine, motorcyclist, and babe magnet. And the perfect example of a husband God tells us to be. As head of the house, he took his responsibility serious, and didn't abuse it. As the head of the house, he loved Sue as Jesus loves His church. And was willing to die for her. Knowing what lied ahead, and convinced that Sue was taken care of.

Ballerini is a richer woman today, as she also trusts in the Lord. My prayer is that all you husbands out there love your wives as much as Ballerini was loved by Lee. It is probably safe to say she never saw Lee as a babe magnet, but to the end, all the Ballerini women were attracted to him. He was hers, and she was his. And that is the way it should be-the two becoming one, in Christ. Till death do them part.

And I never got to call him dad. But something better-friend. Love you Ballerini!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogpsot.com

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of thee we sang

9-11. Without even mentioning anything else, we know exactly what it means. The day that Muslim terrorists, carried out a brilliant, yet cowardly plan against the US of A. Two planes fly into the Twin Towers, another into the Pentagon, and if not for the heroes of flight 93, who knows where our country would be today. It seems wars are now carried out under different terms, although sadly some still die in combat on the battlefield. But, when a group of men, representing their countries formed the United Nations after WWII, all bets were off, and unknowingly to us, the terms of war were changed. And the next step in Satan's war against Israel had begun. We know about the Cold War, but how many know the other wars going on, that are leading to the planned destruction of Israel, and its allies? When the US of A flag, is topped only by the UN flag, the only place in our own country that our flag is not prominent, our sovereignty was forfeited, and the new world order won a major victory. Bet you didn't know that about our flag! You didn't know we are a UN member first, then a US citizen!

October 17, 1973. Does anyone remember the date? Or the day and its significance? To those who choose to forget history, it is the day that OPEC doubled the cost of petroleum to nations who were allies of Israel. And overnight, without going to war, or firing a shot, the US way of life was altered forever. From the cars we drove, to all the things manufactured with oil, we lost our sovereignty again, as now we were a debtor nation for oil. Our entire country's way of life altered forever. 55mph speed limits. Odd/even gas days, or sometimes no gas at all. OPEC, and the Arab nations, mostly Muslim, had declared war on Israel, and Israel's allies still pay the price. Suddenly our cars were obsolete, and foreign cars, touted by US journalists, and the government, began to sell it great numbers. Soon we were exporting our jobs all over the world, so others could build our cars, while decreasing the income of those who could afford them. A subtle war, and as long as gas was available, we would gripe, but live on. And as we continued to lose our sovereignty, the greatest nation in history, whom God had shed His grace, is the only nation standing in the way of a one world government . We are Israel's last ally, and on the day, which is coming when we turn our backs on her, we are doomed. Fact is, we already are, but due to our size and credit rating, and the grace of God, we still exist. Did you know 40 cents of each dollar spent is borrowed from China? Did you realize they built more Buicks last year than we did? GM-Government Motors! Can't happen to us? It has and is. We are as a nation no longer an important exportin' man. And who we buy from dictates the prices we pay. Along with Congress of course. Did I mention we are a debtor nation?

And while others partake in the spirit of anti-Christ, many unknowingly, that which takes the place of Christ, we need to center on Jesus, our only hope. Those who wonder who the Anti-Christ will be? You may get to find out, for who you are looking for, you will find. Those who try to figure out the date of His return, which God promises to no man? And those who focus on festivals, and numerology, genealogies, and cults-you have all come under the spirit of anti-Christ. Pastors, tell your people. It's all about Jesus. Not OPEC, not our enemies, or church teachings. Policies and politicians offer no hope. It is all about Jesus. And without Him you are lost. A lost and dying world holds no hope-remember that. So choose your weapons wisely. Stand with God, and even though times are and will be tough, He will protect and guide you through. The rest, well you continue trying to understand, which you never will, while others of us, live in the comfort of a peace that surpasses understanding.

Don't let your headstone read "We never did it this way before." Trust God, not politicians or policies. Resist the devil, and draw close to God. Recognize Appolyon, the destroyer, aka Satan, and avoid his tactics. The spirit of anti-Christ is alive and well. Sadly in many churches, who may not even know it. Avoid politics, embrace Jesus. Kings and their kingdoms shall all pass away, but Jesus is for now and forever.

Perhaps what Joshua said, says it best. And it is still good advice. As for me and my house, we will serve the LORD! We are that much closer to what all Christians hope for, the rapture. Don't get caught up in anything but that!

And for those who seek the identity of the Anti-Christ, hope you aren't disappointed. You may be spending a long time with him. You don't have to miss Jesus by much, just miss Him. Take heed, today may be the day!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot

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The All Day Song

Sorry I sold it, wish I hadn't, and wish I had it back. Ever say that about any car or motorcycle you sold? Well, if you answer yes, you are not alone. And whether for reasons of style, finance, or it just don't run right, there are some I wish I had back, and some I have now that once I sell, will regret. Here are some in no particular order, your own list will differ, but these may bring back similar memories.

My first bike, 1972 CB350. I rode it for 6000 miles the five months I owned it. And every time I see one, the last time was three years ago, I remember how new I was, the bike fast and forgiving, and how when I sold it to buy a 1972 R60/5, I thought I was styling. And although the BMW took me more places, you can only have a first bike once. If you have one, can I borrow for the afternoon, I have some memories I need to set straight.

I had one of the first year Suzuki GS750's. And it never ran right. Got horrible gas mileage, and not quite the power it should. Traded it again, this time on a R100S, and the tech who bought it, sorted out the carb problem. And I heard that after 10 years, it still ran great, like it should have for me! For all I know, Al still has it.

I bought a used Sprint ST, and it was the one that took me coast to coast in under 70 hours. It ran great, was far superior to the new bike that replaced it, but traded it with my Sprint RS for my Tiger. I miss that ST, and riding the new Sprint GT, brought back precious memories. And even though the Tiger that replaced it has gone more miles, more places, and is more comfortable, a bike I can't see ever trading, when I see one I wish I had it back. Preferably red. If you dream, dream big.

One that I was glad to see go was my 650 Nighthawk. Rode it back east, and had horrible mileage. Low 30's, when all the magazines got close to 50. I even rode it once for 75 miles at 40 miles an hour, belly on the tank, because of no gas stations. Coasted into a Horn station in Clayton. Cars may pass you, but when old pickups pass, and wave, and ask if they can help-it's embarrassing! And I was able to trade up to my FJ1100, seems the dealer couldn't sell it, so he gave me what I paid for the Honda on trade. A happy ending to a sad story.

And the list goes on. And I find the bikes that just ran great, and never gave me problems, I don't remember as well. It seems the highs or lows of ownership are the ones that stand out. The ones you wish you could have back, or had never bought in the first place. Similar to our testimonies. We remember the times where God bailed us out of trouble, and promise to serve Him forever, or the times of great blessing, where we pledge the same thing to Him. But we forget the day to day living-life we call it, where we just lived. We worked, played on weekends, and life went on with no excitement. Then-POW! Trouble, and we are back to seeking God, and asking Him to forgive us for not honoring our desire to follow Him. And then repeat this over and over again, throughout our lives. Sadly some think this is Christianity, but it is not. It takes a relationship with Jesus to get us through everyday. We need Him. I like John Fisher's song, appropriately called "The All Day Song."

Love Him in the morning when you see the sun arisin',

love Him in the evening 'cause He helped you through the day.

and in the in between times when you feel the pressure coming,

remember that He loves you and He promises to stay... with you!

Motorcycles will come and go in your life. Times change. But Jesus never does. If you accepted Him years ago, He is still the same, and hopefully you have grown. Don't trade Him for any trend, thought, code, denominational dogma, or anything else. Stick with Him, and watch as the miles get better as you ride more with Him. As you change to be more like Him, and you know in your heart-He will stay with you. No new revelations, or new gospels. He is the truth, and not a road test.

So take some time, soon, maybe even today, and go for a ride. Let Him take you through the curves, and remember all He has done in your life. Make it an all day ride, loving Him in the morning, and remembering Him in the evening. But remember that most of our lives are spent in the "in between times," and enjoy that part of the day the most. You may find that is where the best memories are. When it was just you and Jesus. Nothing special, just you and Him. And you just may find, that's what made it special after all.

"Remember He ain't in a hurry, He always has time for you"...can you make some time for Him?

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

classic Christians still hold their values

When we think of a cruiser style motorcycle, we inevitably think of Harley Davidson. And for the most part I do too, as they own the cruiser style market, and have for many years. And of course you would think that they originated it, which they did. But do you know which major manufacturer, known for its sport bikes helped create the class, and made the style what it is today? Tick...tick...tick... Here's a hint, it starts with a K, and they also created a model that sport bikes are referred to as...as in Ninja style bikes. If you guessed Kawasaki, you guessed right, go riding. And in early 1977, when they marketed the KZ900 LTD, based on the legendary Z-1, the market took off, and has never looked back. So once again, it was the Japanese bikes, that had rescued the market with their little, dependable bikes, changing history again in the seventies. The first power cruiser, the LTD had a semi-custom look about it, but still retained all the Z-1 muscle, plus fuel injection! Style and performance, who could wish for anything more!

And in other news, Harley also sought government relief, they were accusing the Japanese of dumping bikes in the US of A, they were, and would finally gain help when anything made offshore over 700cc would have a 25% tax added to it. And it was also the year Suzuki discontinued selling two strokes in the States. Its first four stroke, the GS750, starting a legendary line, that turned into the GSX-R's of today. And sad for all, the last year of no motorcycle emissions. In 1978, the carbs were sealed, and only outlaws would alter them to make the bikes run better. And for those who could afford $0.65 cent a gallon gas, it was a great time to be alive, and ride.

And even though gas was high, at least it was available, and interest rates higher, remember 25% interest rates, and only 24 months to pay, bike sales were hot. But it leaves an interesting question today, some 34 years later. With so many, historic bikes sold during that year, and era, where are they all today? I bought a 1978 GS1000E last year, in showroom condition. When is the last time you saw one of those? And how many even know what it is? Note-this is the bike Wes Cooley won on, Superbike and others! But whenever I look to find others, nationwide there aren't any. Were they all hot rodded and chopped up, or just used up? And it isn't just my model, where have they all gone?

Sadly, the era of throw away bikes was upon us. Last years bike was old, compared to the new ones, and they got used up, or sold to new racers, who cut them up. The aftermarket grew also, and everyone had a Yoshimura, or Kerker pipe. And still, some were left to just rot away in barns, their owners too afraid of them, for all that power meant all that performance. And it scared them. Ask yourself, when is the last time you saw an LTD, a CB750F, a GS1000, or a three cylinder Yamaha? Good bikes, but most have disappeared from history, only to be found in books of the period, or old bike meets. At highly inflated prices. Sad.

The late seventies was also the end of the so-called Jesus Revolution, and fortunately I was saved during it. And I had many saved friends then, and every once in a while, hear from one. And many times they too are like the old bikes, pictures from another time. Not walking with God as they once did, life taking over and interfering with their walk with Christ. Many good memories of a time they thought would never end, but for some decades since they were even to church-a place it seemed we all lived for and in back then. They are referred to as the good old days, but somehow I made it through. And to me, these are the good old days. They are just as exciting as those first days of knowing Jesus, of Bible studies, of praying for others, and for greeting each other with a hug. Don't see many "One Way" expressions any more. Sad again. And bikes are even more exciting than we could have ever expected. Faster, lighter, handle better, and still one of the best ways to have fun with your clothes on. And I am told, bang for the buck, cheaper than they were when compared in 1977 dollars. And to those of us still excited by Jesus, and still excited by the passions He has given us, today is the best day we have ever had. For a simple promise found in scripture keeps me going. Actually a lot of them do, but Ephesians 3:20, God's promise to give us far beyond all we could ask for, and anything we could imagine.

Do you still pray limiting God? Don't. Give it all to God, ask to have your relationship with Him boundless, and without limits! And watch, when you let Him guide you, you will go farther, faster, and be more blessed than you ever imagined. Don't lean on your own understanding, or limit your blessings. Trust God, and watch. And enjoy life, maybe as never before.

When I ride the 1978 Suzuki today, it is fun, and I laugh at how far we have come. New bikes are faster, handle better, and have much better brakes. Better than we could have ever imagined. Is your life better than you ask for? Ask God, who has made the offer. And let Him, exceed your wildest dreams. He is more than a nostalgia trip. He is alive and well. Sometimes, the old things are still the best.

Hey, when you start with perfection, where else would you go?

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

with just a little help from my friends

For many, they read born, died, survivors, and maybe a short work history. Short, impersonal, and just the facts, mam. They are an obituary, and for many, the last thing that we are remembered by. But not all have the endearing qualities of an entry in some almanac, some are personal, and you feel like you knew the person, even though you may have never met. When Jerry Titus, race car driver and journalist died, Bob Kovacik wrote a very touching eulogy to him. Almost 40 years later, I can still remember it, and one point still stands out in my mind. He wrote, "I know many people, but have very few friends."

And over the years it has become clearer to me how true that statement is. I have many accquatainces, but few friends. And as I get older, my friendship list grows shorter, and more valuable. That doesn't take away from the acquaintances I have, it only adds to the friendship I have with my friends. Years ago God told me that as I get closer to Him, that my peer group would get smaller. And it has, as when you grow in the Lord, there are many things you can't share with others-they just wouldn't get it. Not that you are smarter, or they are not as smart, we are all at different levels of maturity, and some just won't get it, at least for now. Look back ten years at your riding, and look at it now. You have ridden more, gone more places, and seen more things. You have grown more intimate with your riding, and it shows. Long trips are more interesting, while short ones hold no interest. Bikes that once were only dreamed of have come and gone, and you find the ad hype was better than the times you rode them. And to your friends, the ride was just as important as the destination. Even if they weren't along. Friends will defend you publicly, but discipline you in private. They are closer than words can define them, even when farther than a day's ride to see them. Details don't matter as much to them as does the fact of the relationship. And that is why I have few friends, but I am thankful for all the acquaintances I have, too.

The best example of friendship is written about three friends, one who is paralyzed, and have been friends for a long time. When they hear of this man Jesus who heals, they carry their friend on a cot to see Him. But sadly, the house is overrun with others. Where others would turn away, they decided not to let anything stand between them and Jesus, and the healing of their friend. Without regard for their own outcome, they cut a hole in the roof, and lower their friend to Jesus. With no regard for the consequences, their love for their friend is more important than any penalties they may incur. Sadly, little is said about these two men when the story is told, but to me they show the love of Christ personified. Jesus told us to keep His commandments to be his friends. Not the laws, or the 10 Commandments, His two simple laws-love God with all you have, and love your neighbor as you love yourself. And these men show that love. Two men walked in, one just dropped in, and three walked out. Friends.

You see they couldn't do everything, but they could do something. And what they were available to do, they did. They did what they could. And I would like to believe that the same Jesus who healed the lame, also restored the hole in the roof. Or better yet, left it as a testimony for others. Don't let anything stand between you and God!

I will continue to stand by my statement of having very few friends. And leave you with this thought. As great as it is to have friends, it is better to be one. As with all things, Jesus reminds us it better to give than receive.

love with compassion,

Mike

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It's a Wonderful Life, or Thank Heaven for Little Girls

Contrary to popular belief, Jesus was not a religious man. Bet you didn't know that. In fact, He wanted very little to do with the religious types, as they were the ones who by their legalism, were always trying to draw attention to themselves. The Pharisees, would actually have a bellringer precede them to the temple, then have the crowd watch as they gave their bag of gold. All to be seen. And since the word religion means bound up, He is against being bound up in a bunch of laws still today. But sadly, legalism and pride, laced with ignorance are in too many churches today.

They teach church tradition, rather than the truth. They gloat as they poke fun at Job's wife, never concerning themselves with the fact she lost everything, too, and watch as this poor woman grieves the loss of her children, and now possibly her husband. They taunt Thomas, calling him Doubting, when the scripture never alludes to that. And the list goes on, along with their lack of grace. But still God has everything under control, as we shall see, down to the last detail, and at the right time.

Scripture tells us that Peter denied Jesus three times , while standing warming himself by the fire in the garden at Gethsemane. A little girl accused him of being a Galilean, by his accent, he said no. Of being with Jesus, he became flustered, and of knowing Jesus-he claimed he didn't know the man, which may have been true, his biggest denial before leaving in tears. And because of this, they took Jesus away by himself, Pilate tried him, and then He was hung on the cross. Between two thieves, one of which He promised to see in Paradise that night, because the thief believed. And finally, He appeared to Peter after His resurrection, and empowered him by the spirit, and the same Peter then on the day of Pentecost, under the Spirit, led 3000 to salvation. Just like it is recorded in Scripture.

But what if Peter had been a bold believer that night in public, like he was when in Jesus' company. Suppose he continued to say "I'll follow you anywhere," and was arrested with Jesus, based on the accurate accusations of a little girl? What if he was sentenced to die with Jesus, and there were only three crosses? Suppose the saved thief was given a stay until Monday, and would enjoy a temporary stay, and not have met Jesus, and therefore missed eternal life? And what if because Peter was crucified with Christ, that the church would embrace him as its savior also, His whole gospel would be laced with untruths? And two saviors! At least in their eyes.

Who would have run with John to the tomb, and seen the grave clothes piled nicely, the body covering and also the head cloth-dispelling the Shroud of Turin myth, which they claim shows Jesus' face-it couldn't, because of a separate head covering. Who would have been there on the Day of Pentecost, if not Peter? And how many accurate prophesies of Jesus would not be true, just because of one man's statement?

Truly God is in control, and all things work to good for Him. You see while some berate Mrs. Job, if you don't read Job's response you miss a touching response to his wife-rather than telling her she is stupid, he consoles her by telling her she is acting out of character-not a rebuke, but a comfort. Thomas was out on the streets while the others were hiding upstairs, and only wanted the same testimony that they had-they saw Him! And when He appeared to Him, he didn't have to touch the wounds-He exclaimed "my God and my King!" Remember that next time you ask God to show or prove himself.

There is a good chance, somehow, sometime you will deny Jesus today. He still loves you, and contrary to some beliefs, He doesn't erase your name from the Book of Life. So keep going, and enjoy the life He has given you. Some little girl may question you, like Peter based on your relationship with Jesus. That's good sign, as she has seen something of Jesus in you. And it's OK to respond like Peter might today, looking back on it all. "Thank heaven for little girls, for without her, it all would have been different." It's a wonderful life in Christ, you would never wish to see your life without Him.

Jesus and religion? You can keep your laws, I'll keep my morals, in Christ, of course.

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

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man plans, God laughs-but dogs still bark

After our last dog, Pup Pup had to be put to sleep from old age, we vowed no more dogs. And for two months stuck to it. Then, getting bored with the extra money from not buying dog food, or the midnight barking, and the love she gave, we got Clemenza-our American Bulldog. And she would be an outside dog, like Pup Pup. But when this little puppy came home, that didn't last. In fact the first night she stayed on our bed, which to this day she still thinks is hers. And quickly took over the home, and yard, and neighborhood. And of course our hearts.

I had been told about crate training, where the dog goes into their crate for the night. How big is the crate for a 75 pound dog? So we tried a small fence, and would enclose her in the garage during the day, but at night she slept in our room. When she wasn't in bed with Andrew, or whatever guest was staying with us. They would be warned, but she still ended up in the bed with them, sometimes under the covers. Crate training obviously wasn't the way to go, and besides, who locks up their watchdog? Names supplied upon request. Whereas some dogs needed the crate, and so do their owners, to protect the dog from them, Clemenza needed the house-and yard, and sometimes the neighbors. And after six years, we are still in training, seems Theresa and I are slow learners, but we are getting better. She has become family, would you put your little brother in a cage? Hmmm, don't answer, but I think you get the point.

Theresa and I like to travel. Some don't. Going to visit 50 miles away is an all day affair, laced with stress, confusion, and a week to recover. Some have to have a preplanned route, and destination-and can't handle any deviation from it. For years, we would just ride, then find a place, sometimes after 10pm, but we never didn't not find a place. Now we have a destination, and will make reservations. some of our after 10 choices were based on availability and desperation. Now we have a place to go, but leave the route open until the night before. Unless we have a route that is included to get there, we scout out the local roads, other riders, and sometimes still just take a road that looks good. You may call them detours, we call them opportunities for new roads, and places. And it is never boring, and sometimes a 135 mile destination turns into a 430 mile ride. And more memories than sitting in your motel room, writing postcards about the things you would have seen, instead of taking pictures of the things you are seeing. No crate training for us, and all roads are available to us. And like Clemenza, we have met many friends, had great meals, and ridden great roads not available to us if we just drove to the night's destination.

Fellowship is like that too. And going to church can be an adventure. Some feel Sunday fulfills their weekly attendance requirement-except for a CEO, Christmas and Easter only attendee, and grumble all the way. Some add Wednesday, or try to use it rather than Sunday, when really it can be a midweek refresher. And less formal, and more intimate. Then Bible studies, where you can interact, something missing at the other two. Not the same as a Wednesday night. And still not a replacement for Sundays. Each has its own flavor, and one should not be used as a replacement for the other. Crate training can also affect the mind, and old time church ideas may just be stale, and need a refreshing jumpstart. Think outside of the crate, instead of what is done traditionally. Attend a Bible study and interact, and find there are others with questions like yours, that require more than the pulpit. Use it as a supplement, but never as a replacement.

This week leave your crate door open, and see where God leads you. A different study, and maybe a different attitude. Don't be boxed in by tradition, be uncrated by a limitless God. Allow the spirit to expand your horizons, and see and experience things of God you never knew existed, or maybe just heard about, and wondered if you would ever get there.

And like Clemenza, you might just be meeting new friends you didn't realize you had. Heaven is our destination, how you get there is up to you. All maps don't show all roads. Let God make it exciting and interesting by following Him. Think outside the crate, and leave that old time religion behind. Remember a rut is really a grave, but with the ends open as a way to escape.

We'll leave the light on for you. For wherever you rest your head, is home for the night. And only in Jesus, will you find that rest.

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

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the no bang theory

Self preservation is the basest of all human instincts. And it seems that it is hard to turn on the TV anymore without some channel having a show on about the end of the world. 2012, cannibalistic Mayans, Hopis, or Nostradamus and his nebulous predictions seem to be news of the day. Even some will quote the Bible, but just as another version of the end of days. But one show caught my eye, secularly based, it showed five reasons the world as we know it will cease to be. And gave valid proof-which was easy, because the things they cited are already here. Except for one, which they downplayed, but is here and maybe they don't want you to know it.

This group predicted that within 30 years computers will have the ability to reason like a human. They already do, and let me use your car, or motorcycle as an example. When you turn the key, you are not turning on the ignition, but activating a control unit. Based on sensory input, it will either start, or if it sees potential danger-the sensors don't meet certain criteria, it won't. Radios, AC units, and even power seats all work off the same type of system. Even transmissions are adaptive, learning how you drive, and even learning shift points from your driving habits. And you need to be careful not to diagnose symptoms, as if the control unit senses engine problems, it can keep your car in a lower gear, and take away the gas pedal, allowing you to limp home without further damage to your car. You think your trans is bad, but it is only a symptom, of the car doing what it is trained to do. Just like your reasoning, it takes criteria and makes a decision-keep itself alive.

Built into the starting system, are even safeties you may not realize. Before computers, if the battery was low, no crank-no start. Now a battery can read good, but the car still won't start. It hasn't met the threshold that the computer is programmed for, so you won't start. Battery good-still a no start.

And sadly, you can run out of fuel, before you run out of fuel, due to control unit settings, and the input they gathered. Which I was reminded of the other day. I ran out of gas, while I still had gas in the tank. Even did the Steve McQueen move like in the Great Escape, removed the cap, shook the tank, heard it sloshing, but no start. The trip computer even told me the tank was 9/10's full, with 193 miles till empty. But here I sat, until roadside came and poured in gas. Then like magic it started right up!

Which brings up the question-when are you really out of gas? When is your battery really no good? How do I know if I am doing the right thing? And is the world really going to end?

At death, your world will end. For all of us. But for those who believe, we will change, and in 1/240,000 of a second-the twinkling of an eye, we will be in heaven. If you have rejected Jesus, in the same time frame, you will be in hell. No reset button, or booting of your life. No more last chance to choose again, for you have been given those opportunities, but chosen to say no, or worse-wait. Both are a no, and end in death-true death. But for those who know Jesus, we begin true life-in eternity. No more computers, no more running out of gas when you are told your tank is full, and no limp home modes to get you home-you are home!

Read Revelation if you want to know the future-and be blessed. The only book that promises a blessing just for reading it. Let the others have their theories and fantasies, you have the truth. While they seek something, you have someone. And you can have it right now, does that sound like something you want?

Trust God, accept Jesus into your heart. No more worries about the future, and He also takes care of today, too. No more shows about what might be, the truth of the Bible far surpasses anything any science fiction author can dream. And either way, you are going to be part of it. It's like knowing who is going to win the Super Bowl. And knowing where to place your bet. Now you know the future, where are you going to place yours?

love with compassion,

Mike

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we should have seen it coming

SDG&E announced yesterday that they are raising their rates due to lower income last year. Seems all the mail, e-mail, and TV ads to conserve energy are working, and they are selling less electricity. So now that you have conserved, you will have to pay more. Your bill will go up, your usage down, and we should have seen it coming.

We also have only X amount of water coming into So Cal. Whether it goes to one million, or ten million homes, the amount is finite. So again we are told to conserve, only to be rewarded with larger bills. When you don't have more to sell, you raise the price on the commodity, and quantity you do have. And again, we should have seen it coming.

I am told it still costs $3-4 to take each barrel of oil out of the ground. Yet prices are rising again, and they are projected into the $5 range. And the auto makers are glad, they can sell you more cars advertised to get higher mpg, and sales should go up. Advertise them cheap, but by the time you get all the options you have on your larger car, it will cost more. Add in the payment if your old car is paid off, and again, we should have seen it coming.

It's like the woman who told me her gas bills went down when she bought a smaller SUV. It cost her less to fill up. When I mentioned her new tank was about 2/3 the size of her old one, she looked confused. She only understood price per tank, and didn't realize she bought gas more often. But to her value system, it cost less. And sadly there is no defense against people like her. And I wish I hadn't seen her coming.

And it is no better when grocery shopping. Since Costco and Wal-Mart have shown you can get the same items for much less, the chains have installed Club Pricing. And you must join their club to get the discounts. And I love on the bottom it always says how much you saved, by joining the club. What it really says is how much they are overcharging the poor schmuck who doesn't belong to their club. And I found a way to save even more-I don't shop there. I saw that one coming!

Church to most people is a weekly, social event, that they feel forced or compelled to attend. It has little or nothing to do with God to them, so they seek the most comfortable church to attend they can. Usually liberal, where they don't feel threatened from the pulpit to deal with sin in their life, don't want to get to know Jesus, and grumble when they open their wallets to give. But they've met the criteria of a nagging wife, or a guilty conscience, or whatever, and they are there. And sadly, they think this is what Christianity is all about. Going to a church building, not realizing the people are the church. And being more concerned about what the outside looks like than what is said inside. They have little concern for their next meal, only wondering what it will be, and how soon they can get out to get it. And little concern for the poor. Yes, a friend or two may be unemployed, but that is a recession. When they become out of work, then it is a depression. And then reach out to credit cards, then social programs, instead of the church. Pride keeps them out, and the whole family suffers, as lifestyles change, but their relationship with God won't. They have been sold a bill of goods about God, and when the prosperity movement tells them they are great because they are rich-a lie, then they feel the opposite when poor. This is when as Christians, we need to come aside these misled people, and love them through the situation. No sermons on their lifestyle, or riches that have gone away-show them love. Care, with compassion, and stand with them. And if they won't go to church-go to them! Visit them, send food, and by showing love, will say more than a 100 sermons on missions, prosperity, or other religious mantras the church has embraced. When they see how much you care, they will care more about what you say. Love covers a multitude of sins, and blessed is the man who turns one from their sin. Don't be like the world, be like Jesus, and show love.

And you know what, it will bless you too. And bring you closer to God. For you see, the world gives out their abundance, where as true believers give out of their heart, and will even sacrifice for others. You will never find the righteous begging food, or their children going hungry. Just one simple act, can change the hard heart. And as a Christian, the world should see us coming-in love.

If your faith wavers today, be assured that the tribulation or trials you are in, were warned about by Jesus. So that should confirm your faith. A work to confirm His words. But so are the blessings, and if you know Jesus, they are here today-you should have seen them coming. And He is coming for His church soon-don't be among the ones who are left behind and say "I should have seen His coming!" No shortage of water at his well, gas at his station, or power at his outlet. And-he hopes to see you coming-to Him-soon!

love with compassion,

Mike

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the case of the missing air

Weather in the 80's! Dry, gentle winds. And a new bike, a new 2011 Thunderbird Storm, specially air freighted from England just a few days before to ride, and a three day weekend to ride it on, with my wife. Yes, January in Southern Cal is definitely the place to be. So, we took full advantage of it, and rode up to LA, and spent the night with Christopher and Reagan. Great service at Steve Mays, and then to Griffith Park, and the observatory. One of my favorite places in LA, and somehow despite LA trying to outpace California in going bankrupt, admission is still free-just like it has been since 1935. Looking out one way you can see downtown, with Beverly Hills to the right, then the Hollywood sign even farther to your right. Priceless views all, but it is still the observatory that draws me. And every time I walk the steps, and walk around the roof areas, I am reminded of the fight scene in Rebel Without a Cause. And somehow can see James Dean and Natalie Wood, and the other rebels-with no cause.

But waking up the next morning, I had a rear flat tire. So calling the roadside service, the guy came and put air into the tire, and I was to be OK for five hours, he said. Which made me wonder, how did he know? I had told him it went flat overnight, since I had parked it at about 5pm. So we took off, with Theresa confidant I would make it home OK. And was glad when I did. And talking with her, I asked her how did the man know when the tire would go flat again-five hours, she said. But the man didn't know when it had gone flat. Had it lost air just 20 minutes before I noticed it, or 20 minutes after I had left it for the night? How long had it been losing air? You see without knowing the answer to these questions, there is no way he could know. He was theorizing, with no evidence to base it on. He only had one fact, the tire was flat. But what happened between parking, and then finding it flat, he had no idea what had transpired. In her eyes, he suddenly went from hero to zero-and that is a fact.

In the basement area of the observatory, is a long, curved hallway, with an exhibit case running the whole length of it-hundreds of feet long. And in it, is a timeline, representing the big bang theory. While upstairs, there are displays proving time, distance, and even colors of the universe, this is strictly a theory, but presented as fact. They even told what they believed had banged, and over billions of years how life developed. And suddenly, even the facts they presented upstairs, were in question. The whole thing was theory. No one was there,a and the facts were nebulous. And worst of all, they didn't even tell where the things that went bang had originated. This was science fiction at its height, and how many leave believing it to be truth-when it isn't. But these people, who believe, have amazing faith, for it takes faith to believe a lie, when the Bible's opening words tell us the truth, "in the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth." Dropping human life to a low level, for when man arrived they claim we were descended from fish or worms. No wonder some live like they mired in filth-they are only acting like they believe their ancestry demands of them.

And none of it can be proven. They call it a theory, God calls it a lie. So ask questions, demand answers. The tow truck driver meant well to me, but he didn't know. But I left secure in the fact I would check it out along the way. I was hoping he would be right, but still wanted to check the fact of how much air the tire would lose. When someone tells you something about God, and it is not quoted from scripture-doubt it. Check it in scripture, and make God prove it. No theory will get you to heaven, o only the fact of Jesus Christ. God deals in fact, the world deals in theory,a and what better place to display theory than Hollyweird. Sadly, no matter how much talent and technology they put into their presentation, it pales when you compare it with the truth, and God.

Settle for nothing less then the truth. Trust God to get you home-I did and He did. But I also trust Him to get me to my heavenly home, and someday He will. That's a fact! I know. And being safe and secure in the knowledge of Jesus Christ is always better than hoping. You can have your ideas, I will have my facts. Got them from the person who was there at the beginning, and even before that. If He can create a universe for you, imagine what He can do for you!

love with compassion,

Mike

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desserts is stressed spelled backwards

Here I was, laying in Dr. Martz's, aka Smiley's, office, with a long needle stuck in the back of my leg. I had noticed a lump on the back of my left knee, and when it got so big it effected my walking, I finally told my parents and off to Smiley we went. "The longer it takes to come out is good," he said. "When the fluid is thick it means no tumor." Good words, but could you please hurry it up a little, I hate needles and this thing hurts!

Turned out I had a Baker cyst, the synovial fluid that should be lubricating my knee wasn't and had formed a cyst. So surgery was the answer, and surgery it was. And after a few days in the hospital, it was back to school, on crutches. Now crutches are the last thing a sophomore in high school needs-they aren't cool, and having been on them in first and second grade, they kept you from doing a lot of things-things that were important like playing. So it was off to school, obeying Smiley's orders-at least at first. Then after finding I could take the pain of putting weight on it, I did. And then I began to walk on it way too soon. I'm cool. What did the doctor know, and hey I was in a hurry to get my life back.

Well... I prolonged the healing. And finally had the stitches removed and went back to gym class-my favorite class. And then it happened. We were playing war, and I got hit in the back of my left knee-and the incision opened up. All six inches of it! You could see all the things the skin had covered going on inside. So hobbling to the nurses office, conveniently located at the far end of the school, I held my knee together with one hand, and leaned against the lockers with the other. It was resewn, and finally healed-but no more gym for me. And I am left with this ugly, Colloid scar, which is still sensitive today. I guess the doctor did know more than me after all. And I wish I had waited-sooner.

I have always thought that farmers were the most patient men on earth. They plant the seed, then have to wait. Sure, they water and fertilize, but they cannot do anything about the seed-it is up to God to make it grow. It is a hidden work,which they cannot see, so they must trust. So, it is work by planting, wait for seed to grow, then harvest. All when it is time, and you cannot take the procedure out of turn. You must plant for it to grow, and it must grow before you can harvest.

Prayer is like that. You give your problem to God, but have to wait for the answer to take place. And rather than be patient and let God work, we get stressed. And cause other problems. Both inside and outside the initial problem. If the farmer harvests too soon, the crop is doomed, and answers to prayer are like that too. We don't know the plan God has for our situation, and after about 15 minutes of patience, start to coach Him. And then get impatient. "God, you don't understand, I've waited 15 minutes. How much longer can I endure?" Maybe talk to a mother, for 9 months she carried a child. Too early-disaster. Too late, more problems. But at just the right time-it's a beautiful new birth. And God works that way too in the answers to your prayers.

The answer may seem too long, prolonged, or even where did God go. But be patient. The seed you can't see is growing. And it will produce a wonderful crop, if you let go and let God. How long-can't tell you. For what, same answer. I do know this, God has everything in control, and you can too if you just trust and obey-the correct thing to do.

Walking in Henry's, a young girl came up to me before I could keep going and wanted me to sample some anti-stress drink. I told her I had no stress-at least until she approached me, and she looked amazed. "Why?" "I give my problems to Jesus, and He handles them," I said. After a moment of silence, she said, "I do too, but then I take them back."

No matter what your prayer is, God has heard, and even before you asked, was answering. Let God be God, you ask and He will answer. And be like Paul, who when complaining about a pain in his side, was told by Jesus, "my grace is sufficient, and my strength is made perfect in your weakness." Better said than I could. Your ship won't sink when He is aboard, the storm will pass, and though a tough time may ensue enduring the answer-He is the answer!

Give it to Jesus, and let Him keep it. His burden light, and His yoke is easy. He will take your stress and turn it into dessert, but only after enjoying the healing meal He has prepared. The meal He is preparing may take time, He is just making it that much better, and personal for you.

All things must pass. So pass the time with Jesus.

love with compassion,

Mike

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boutiques? we don't need no stinking boutiques!

Coming home from picking up the latest press bike to ride, a 2011 New Speedmaster, I stopped at Triumph of Newport Beach. Now, Newport Beach, among other things, boasts the largest Mercedes Benz dealership in the US of A. Lotsa money in Orange County. But I wasn't prepared for what I was going to see. Or experience. It seems that marketing departments of some companies, think we rather visit boutiques, rather than dealerships, or shops. And I got first hand a glimpse into the future, and found out something very scary-I don't fit. Pulling up to a pristine building, shared with Ducati, I walked in the front door. Ducati on left, and Triumph on the right. And was greeted by a nice guy, standing behind a kiosk, watching his flat screen. He was pleasant enough, and after telling him I needed to use the bathroom, I walked around. In a showroom, that looked like the show displays. Track lighting, big murals of sanitary people sitting on on sanitary bikes. And as I walked around, I noticed the signs on the bikes-"Please don't sit on motorcycles without assistance." And I wondered, if their customers needed help to sit on them when they were parked, should they be riding? What does that say about their customers? But as I continued to walk around, I also noticed many of the bikes were from Orange County Motorsport, who had shut its doors last summer. Very clean, and sanitary. Just like the bathroom, which also had flowers in a vase. And as I continued to walk around, looking at t-shirts, I noted that the cheapest ones were around $40. And a sweatshirt I liked was over $80. No way would I ever think of sweating in a shirt that expensive. But they did have their own logo shirts for $30-such a deal. I also noticed something else-no parts department. Their were other accessory kiosks, but no parts counter. With no parts men. And suddenly, I felt like I was in the wrong place.

Talking with the man behind the kiosk, like I said he was very nice and polite. But not friendly, not like the guys I am used to, who talk bikes. Looking at his haircut, and neatly trimmed beard, I couldn't see him with a helmet, although he knew all about the latest Arai designs. And he had on loafers-I don't know any bikers who ride in loafers! So we started to talk, and where I had ridden 20 different bikes last year, and was on my third 2011 this year, this guy knew all the specs on the bikes, and all about riding. And when I recognized his words as coming from the same magazines I had just read, I realized this guy had no experience other than reading about someone else's. I had ridden-he had read. He knew all about bikes, he just didn't know them. Which I should have seen coming, as he is the first shop I had ever been to when I brought in a new model, not yet released to the dealers, that showed no interest. Must not have read about it yet. And even though I had my $800 Arai, my expensive Triumph racing leather, and my new Triumph boots, I was a stranger. I had crossed over into the land of designer motorcycle shops-boutiques, it was like visiting the mall, and I detest malls. And all at once a whole old generation of bikers, like me, was being forced out.

Whereas shops used to have old donuts, in greasy cardboard boxes, and stale, black coffee, now they had lattes. No bike magazines in the bathroom, of any kind! No parts guys to show you the latest stuff. And you can't even sit on the bikes! And the whole time, this guy never left his kiosk, or turned away from his screen. Service? The door was shut. And it made me realize why I see the new type of riders I meet so often.

They are designer riders. If their wife lets them, they can have one. Maybe take it out and ride for lattes on Saturday. Wear expensive leathers, buy all the options that they saw on their i-pad, and rather than bench race about bikes and roads, talk about sushi restaurants, and their stock portfolio. Posers. These guys aren't bikers, and these stores aren't even biker friendly. As I looked at the Steve McQueen designer t-shirt, I wonder what Steve would have thought. What kind of half a sissy would wear a women's styled shirt? Brando even rode his own bike in the Wild One, Johnny, would you guys go out scramblin' and stop here? Would Lee Marvin even ride by without expressing his opinion via a hand gesture? He doesn't mean he thinks they are #1. Can you imagine the furor if Bud Ekins lit up one of his Gailiouses? Bud once told Leno he could only come into his shop if he emptied the trash-no celluloid heroes there. Where have all the men gone? And what has happened to our shops?

Old bikers and old shops, never thought I would be one, or miss old shops. Some might say, you're not changing with the times, and there may be some truth there. Change for change sake isn't always right. Or good. The Bible tells us that Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever. He is consistent, you know what to expect, and that is good. He has been there, done that, and even has the t-shirt to prove it. Maybe that is why I get so upset when some so-called Christian spews forth lies based on Oprah, LDS, or Jehovah Witnesses. The Progressive church, taking truth, twisting it, and steering you away from Christ. You don't have to miss by much, just miss. This spirit of anti-Christ, the Bible calls it, is alive and well, and doing harm to Christians and non-Christians alike. The we are all brothers lie-read John 1. There are many ways to heaven-read John3. I can be good and get there-read Ephesians 2. Or there is no heaven at all-the biggest lie of all. Combine that with Jesus was not God, deny His deity, and you have a generation raised on lies, or other men's writings, not the word. Heading to hell. Making up truth as they go-did you know there have been over 4000 changes in the Book of Mormon? How's that for reliability? But their buildings, like cycle boutiques, are clean and modern.

And just like motorcycle boutiques, they live by a set of rules and laws, and advise others, ask us-we have all the answers. They deny that God's grace is sufficient. Woe to them.

Give me a church like the old bike shops. Worn a little from the traffic. Older saints who guide the younger. Young people, the next generation, being raised up to carry on the gospel. Seats for sitting, altars for praying, and Bibles for reading. And we'll close when the last person leaves. Don't make my relationship with God impersonal, or based on man-I want the real thing.

And that is why I probably won't go back to the store in Newport. I ride from the heart, not from Rider, or Cycle World. And I want to experience motorcycling first hand. And the same goes for Jesus-give me the Bible first, then commentaries. I want all that He has for me, and a place to work out of. To meet with others and share Jesus. To fellowship, and then go out and tell others. I even have a name for it-church!

The truth is out there. Guys still ride, and people still seek Jesus. If you are looking for a trend-try salvation. And go for the ride of your life. We'll even let you sit on the bikes!

love with compassion,

Mike

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the only Bible some will ever read

He was known as the Yankee Clipper, not for his sailing, or his hair cutting abilities, but for the graceful way he played baseball. Playing center field for the Yankees as no one had before, he was also to hit in 56 straight games in 1941, on his way to the Hall of Fame. He was Joe DiMaggio, Joltin' Joe, and to many a hero. During an afternoon game, where the Yankees were winning big, Joe hit a meaningless ball to short, but ran full speed, as if the game depended on it. When back in the dugout, and questioned why he ran so hard, he replied, "because there may be someone in the stands who had never seen Joe DiMaggio play before." So whether from a prideful, or from a professional viewpoint, he gave it his all.

At Pac Bell Park, Theresa and I had scalped some tickets. Barry Bonds, was on his way to rewriting records for his hitting, and the place was full that afternoon. But I will always remember the game, as this is when I lost complete respect for Bonds. On two occasions, he dogged balls hit to him in left field, both times allowing the hitter to get an extra base. And lazily throwing the ball back both times. And on another made a half-hearted attempt, and when the ball went by, watched as the center fielder retrieved it, although Barry was still closer. Stats may get him into the Hall of Fame, but never in my heart. Joltin Joe' he ain't.

And I remember watching Willie Mays as a Met, at the end of his career. His legs tired, he couldn't get to fly ball he usually easily would have, but still gave chase, giving it his all, for he was Willie Mays, and still played the game as it ought to be played. Sadly, his Godson, Barry must have missed the game that day, for he never got the lesson.

Jesus tells us we will be witnesses to the whole world. A witness, not go out witnessing. And it bothers me that some can turn on the Christianity, and go witnessing, but in their lives as commanded are a lousy witness. A witness can only tell what he knows, and if you don't know Jesus, you are a lousy witness, and probably an even lousier person to go witnessing. You see, someone is always watching, and our reactions are more important than our actions. They watch as you react to cancer, job loss,or the death of a loved one. And then wonder why your message is different when you go witnessing. People notice when you don't walk your talk. Hypocrites, the world calls them, and it is sad, for the joy of the Lord isn't in those who are not an effective witness in their daily lives. And someone is always watching, you just don't realize it.

Jesus reminds us, in the Lord's prayer, on earth as it is in heaven. And how God is always in control. Job is the perfect example, for he reacted from the heart-good or bad, and not based on the situation. He knew God was the same, and looked to Him. Do you truly love the Lord, does He live in your heart, reflected in your daily life, or do you only go witnessing? I believe people in heaven will come up to me, and say "I heard you ministering to people. Sharing Jesus by your actions. And then your words. When you thought no one was looking. But I was, and you planted a seed that day, that led to my accepting Christ." And then I can hear the words, "well done my good and faithful son."

Do you wish to hear them? Live your life like every day counted. Each conversation, and each situation. Run out meaningless ground balls, and take the attitude that someone watching may never have heard about the love of Christ. Or seen His love in action. Let your life be a witness, and never come to a point where you have to go witnessing.

Joe, Willie, and Barry had the talent. And all three will make it to the Hall of Fame. But Barry didn't have the heart. Works don't cut it here, and won't get you to heaven either. Be the witness God calls you to be, and encourage others. Your whole theatre may only be one person, who watches how you react in your adversity. How Jesus is real in your life, not only your words. How the word comes alive in your life.

On earth as it is in heaven. No need to wait to tap into the treasure God has for you. And others will see them, they are called the Fruit of the Spirit, and want them also. Let Jesus be the something different about you. Encourage others by your actions, reacting in the spirit-God's. You never know who is watching, but be assured of one thing-your heavenly Father always is.

Going out witnessing? Don't let that be the legacy of your witness for Christ. You may be surprised what people really say and know about your walk. Maybe that is why God warns in Proverbs, don't listen at the wall to what your neighbor says, you may not like what you hear. Quit witnessing, and be a witness, trust God. And let them hear about the love of Christ-from your lips and your actions.

love with compassion,

Mike

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man v. road

Everybody has their favorite road. For some it is the curves in the mountains. For others the long, monotony of the freeway. Others prefer a regular route, while others can't wait to explore new ventures. Some go it alone, while others must have a group to ride with. But no matter-the fact we ride, always leaves us wanting to do it again, and makes the weekdays between weekends that much longer. And somehow, only two weeks a year to travel them seems way too short.

Whenever the topic comes up of favorite roads, there seems to be roads that are always mentioned. Skyline Drive-Virginia or California? Done both. Highway 1, east or west? Done both. Gotten your kicks on 66? Done all of it except last 20 miles into Chicago. Palomar? Julian? Not interested. For my list of favorite roads are different. some found by talking to other bikers, some by trusting dotted lines on a map, and sometimes getting lost will take you to your next favorite road. So for what it is worth,these are some of my favorites. And if you get a chance, try them. A road is a terrible thing to waste.

Wisconsin State Route 33 runs east to west. Small farm towns, large farms. Mountains, hills, lots of scenery and no people. And huge sweeping curves. Recommended by a biker we met in Red Wing. Not much on the map, but it is when riding it. Stop and eat at a cafe along the way-at the counter if they have one. Note-photo ops abound!

I-79 in West Virginia. Did you say interstate? Yes, this road has curves, hills, valleys, plus all the wonderful attributes that interstates were designed with. High speed curves, lots of lanes, and no traffic. One of the best interstates, and maybe better than I-70 through Glenwood Canyon in Colorado. I rode that one before and after the upgrade. But something about being in West Virginia, gives it a frontier aura to it. Can't describe it, you go find out for yourself.

County Road 501, outside of Durango. We used to live at 14501, which meant I had 15 miles to enjoy it out of Bayfield. Long 100 mph stretches, past ranches, then as you pick up altitude, great curves. At last the two tighter ones past the dam, and then I was home. In the heart of the San Juan National Forest, largest in Colorado. But you could continue around the lake, for another 15 miles, and see the Colorado that used to be before developers took over. Dirt in places, but manageable. And if you fish, bring your rod. Huge trout in Vallecito Lake, but don't run-at 8300' you will get tired fast. So enjoy the ride, for three years this was my daily driver. How good is it? Stopped for an outlaw biker on a bridge to see if he was OK? He was tripping out on the beauty-no drugs needed to get him high. His words. Ride it and see if you can find words for it.

There is a certain joy and peace I find on the road. And you may not realize it, but your life is on a road. And where it leads is important. And some will tell you that it OK to make U-turns, but I find it isn't-at least in life. When riding we would do loops, so as not to retrace our steps, and experience different roads. But some in life are reticent to change. When a storm brews, and relationships change, they wish to go back. Some even say "God allows u-turns." He does, but prefers turning to Him. Lot's wife, made a u-turn, and looked back. And turned to a pillar of salt. And if you really stop and think, those past experiences that brought about a change of roads, are ones you don't wish to repeat. So don't. Galatians tells us to "set our sights on things on high." Follow God. Take the new road, and trust Him that He'll get you through. Don't stick to those old heavily travelled, and worn out roads. Many times we ask for directions, and find out we are back where we started-and still lost and searching. Jesus said "I am the way." Good enough. There may be some boring freeway, but that gives you time to rest, and to really appreciate the curves ahead. Altitude changes, and crossing state lines bring about other changes. But only riding with Jesus, following Him, is the only road to be on. Any other, no matter how much fun, how beautiful, or far away, will only end in death-separated from God.

I know racers who have gone into a corner too fast, and in fright claimed to have seen God. When I ride I see Him in the slow turns, too. In the straights, and even at rest stops. Look around, and see His beauty. Keep your eyes on the road, and see His glory.

Now, I could have mentioned Route 32 out of New Hope. Or Feather River Canyon. Another route 32 will get you there. Or even South 10, east of Albuquerque. Each one a great ride, with great memories to go with it. But I won't. Gotta keep the crowds off of them. For just like Jesus, one on one they are the best.

And if you ask Paul, he would tell you the road to Damascus is his favorite! What's yours? Mine is the one I travel with Jesus on. And when we all ride it, we will all arrive the same place. See you there. All roads lead somewhere, only one leads to heaven.

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

when bungees are outlawed, only outlaws will have bungees

How many of you know that the Statue of Liberty was a gift from France? Good. Now, how many of you know that Brigitte Bardot, another statuesque lady, is also French? Very good, guys. Éclairs? Good. Beignets? Yup, those little donuts are from France too. Bungee cords? What? You're kidding right?

Nope, those indispensible, elastic cords, that have been standard equipment for every bike I've ever ridden over the past 40 years are from France. And to me, their most important contribution to society-after beignets. The French, who have brought us such automotive delights as the Citroen, which can still be driven if it loses a wheel, and has no brake pedal-but a big button, in the middle of the floor, got it right with the bungee. The French-it hardly seems likely.

So simple and yet so functional, the bungee cord seems to be fading from the public domain. No, not the extreme games bungee jumping, but the little tie down strap. Seems bungee jumping is more acceptable, and safer. I was shocked the other day to read that the bungee is being replaced by other seemingly less "dangerous" methods of securing a load on your motorcycle. Dangerous? Have any of you ever heard of the carnage these elastic tie downs have caused? In all my miles, I have only had one fail-it was so old,that it had lost its elasticity, and with it I lost a good jacket. But it was my fault-it was worn out and wouldn't keep anything tight. And since new ones are getting harder to find, I just tie a knot in them and still use them. Still the best way to secure anything to your bike. Period.

Cargo nets? Not for me-what about small items? And I have a few of them, not used much-they don't seem to fit anything I own. And when I do, I keep looking back to see if the items are there-they are not a bungee. The past few years cargo cords-a wide bungee, but not the rubber band wrapped elastic cloth covered cord we are used to. I use them on the Tiger for cross country trips, and they are only good for one trip. Compare that to the bungees I have had for many years, still in great shape. And the new, safer bungee replacement is still elastic, but are like tie down straps. Complex, and more expensive. Rare was the time I even bought one, used to get them free from parts, or find them on the ground. I think the last one was a double, and paid $1.69. Not $14.99 for the newer, safer replacement style. But then again, priced an éclair lately? And if the price didn't go up, the éclair got smaller.

And they came in many sizes, and you could always find one to fit. I wonder does that make them collectible since they are being fazed out? Or will it eventually make me a criminal for owning or using them? "Hey old timer, whatta ya in for?" "Got six months for carrying a concealed bungee cord." Hard core to the end, I will use my bungees until they physically remove them from my motorcycle-if they haven't outlawed them first!

But as for now. I will use my bungees, and live with the inherit dangers that go with them. Safe and secure in the knowledge that my load is safe and intact, and that no one messes with them. A rebel till the end. Which raises a question, how dangerous can they really be? Or is it the moron that doesn't have the smarts to attach things properly with them that is really the culprit? They don't come with instructions, I can see that as the next move. Don't remove the tags, like the warnings on mattresses, or again risk jail time. Maybe have classes on how to criss cross them for better load distribution. How to have various lengths for the right purpose. Whatever it takes, we need to preserve our bungee freedom! Riders unite-for the bungee! The alternative is just too harsh for me to face-we all may have to ride baggers.

Let us not look back and say we could have saved the bungee. Let us not take such a dim view of it, as many do with Jesus. "When the kids are older, I'll change." You won't. "He's only for women and children." He's not, men are in heaven too. "He takes away my freedom by too many laws." Wrong, He hated the law too, so fulfilled it with love, and left you grace. "Sunday is my day, I need it to rest." So rest, after church. You may be revived by what you hear. "They only want my money." Note-God is not broke. And a tithe is given freely, 10%. What did you just say about the IRS? You see like the bungee, Jesus has been misunderstood, and often the stories you hear are just that-stories. Lies, fiction, rumor, innuendo. And unlike the bungee, which may save your load, He will save your soul.

Check Him out now, as with the rest of the freedoms you have lost, freedom of worship is coming-soon. Don't look back from your jail cell, and wish you had kept your bungees and ridden into the sunset with Jesus! Jesus and bungees-only the ignorant fear them. They may replace the bungee, with a newer, more expensive version, but don't fall for religion. Accept only the real thing. There is no substitute for Jesus Christ.

So bungee your Bible on your bike where all can see it. But do it soon. It too is on the endangered species list. Another sign of the end times. You can keep your laws, as for me and my house-we will continue to bungee-for the Lord!

love with compassion,

Mike

matthew25biker.blogspot.com

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