While cruising through the auto park, I noticed lots of signs announcing
the 2013's, and huge discounts on the 2012's. Amazing how just a few weeks ago
they were worth so much more, but now must be cleared to make room for the same
cars in different shades of gray at higher prices. But with so many used,
excuse me pre-owned cars filling lots, you wonder why buy new. While the sales
force is telling you what a deal you are getting on the latest new car, suddenly
it is old and a liability when you go to trade it in. And there is no intrinsic
trade value to sentiment, so you are left to either go with the higher payments,
along with the new car, or endure another year with your old car, which looks
much like the new ones. More times than not you will end up with the higher
payments, after all new looks so much better showing off to your friends. And
after you have shown all who care, and many who don't, you make the first
payment and all the new is gone. Cycle to be repeated again in 4-5 years.
When our economy was booming, in the pre-Obama days, new cars were
purchased every 2-3 years. Now the average age of the cars on the road is over
ten years, and I am finally average in something, driving a 2001 and a 2003.
And a 1995, and Uncle Buck-a 1990. So I am actually above average. Wonder how
that will effect my trade-in negotiations? And so the games continue.....
Back to Uncle Buck. Most guys that ride have an older car for going to get
parts, and for the monsoon season. Uncle Buck fills the bill. Big,
comfortable, and with lousy gas mileage, he reminds me of why I ride. Paint
fading, but a super clean interior, tires fair-do I sound like I am selling a
used car, most look at him as just an old car with bad paint, but everyone seems
to think he is cool. The same car your parents, or heaven forbid your
grandparents would own, despite your urging for the red convertible, is now
cool. I just don't get this generation and their affinity for sedans. Unless
it is for easier access to the back seat. For kids, of course. But Uncle Buck
seems to defy even the rudest Wal-Mart shopper when confronted in the parking
lot, easily filling any space, allowing room for over $300 of Costco to fit in
his trunk, and ride in luxury, set apart from the world outside. Such a deal.
And he is paid for.
Sure the patina is faded, what is patina anyway? So rather than put money
into him, I just drive him when needed. No payments, basic insurance, and a
coolness not found in any other sedan. You drive a Toynismazhon? Sadly he is
gray, a concession to style even 22 years ago. Get over it.
From time to time someone famous gets saved and explodes on the market.
Stations brag about how he will bring more into the kingdom-neglecting God who
got all of us there to start with. Taking a new convert, exposing him to the
pressures of fame-aka pride, and then wondering why in a few months he is back
to where he came from. Like the new car, once he has been seen by many, the new
wears off, and he is just the same person. God warns of this, even telling us
old friends are better than new ones. How the older should take care of the
young. The best example I have seen is among mechanics-you still can't teach
experience! But yet we give up the security of Jesus for a few fleeting moments
of fame. Hey, I got to meet so and so. Pardon me while we all yawn
together.
Uncle Buck is a survivor. Old enough to vote, and old enough to have his
own place, yet he lives home with us. So stick with what you know, or who you
know-Jesus, and don't stray to anything else. Somewhere in your walk, you will
find you have matured, and can begin to share with others. Maybe it is the
patina test-old enough to know better, but still young enough to enjoy it. So
continue to ride, maybe keep the car a year longer, and don't fall into the
traps society sets. Stay with God-He is staying with you, and watch as the
memories and testimonies grow. And when shared with a younger one, they too
look forward to the days you are sharing about. To some you may just be an old
sucker with bad teeth, but to those of us who believe you are precious.
And if you are driving an old car with faded paint, remember the best view
is over the hood-where you are going. And just like the best view is over the
handlebars, the best is yet to come. With memories to prove it. You can either
feed the payment book, or your memory book. Only one is an investment-let your
own heart decide.
Stick with Jesus-after 2000 years a style that only gets better with
age...such a deal He has for you!
love with compassion,
Mike
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