The Motorcycle Mama and the Lord


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We went for a lovely late afternoon/evening motorcycle ride and didn’t get home till somewhere around 9:30pm. It was really nice. I wear a full helmet that has the thing around the front and the visor that can be pulled down over my face. I gotta thing about wrecking my face if I ever fall off.
ANYWAY, I discovered that the rear view mirrors are right in my line of sight so I thought I’d take a peek to see what a woman in her 60th decade would look like sitting behind her man on a Harley Davidson. Lawd, first thing I thought was “Damn, I shoulda tucked my face in!”

When I was a kid, there was a period of time when my family was surrounded by motorcycles. We all rode. Heck, my brother even had his very own Honda. Those were good days, a summer of fun, exploring, stretching to see how far we could go. It was the last summer we had as a family and I’ll never forget it. Even my mom rode, may she rest in peace. I still chuckle at the memory of her on a bike, snaking across a pasture behind our house, her very ample boobs about to beat her to death, poor thing. As for myself, I was always a little timid when I drove. I don’t know why. I remember a dirt bike trail we frequented. I finally made myself brave enough to take it on. And to my surprise, I found it to be FUN! But still….every time I got a good run going I backed off. Why? What was I afraid of? Broken bones? No, it wasn’t a dangerous track and I don’t remember any of us ever getting hurt on it. It’s funny how we develop personality traits at a young age. I’ve done the same thing for most of my life in many different areas. The thought was worth exploring.

Now all of these years later, I realize I was afraid of success, of letting go, of stepping out of my comfort zone, of feeling unworthy to succeed. Man, it took me a long time to put an end to that kind of behavior! It’s basically the story of my life. How sad! But you know what? It’s never too late to change, to grow, and to prosper. Ok, you know where this is going, right? John 10:10. If you get a chance look it up in the bible. Meditate on it. It will change your life.
It says:
I have come that you might have life, and have it more abundantly.

Wow. He loves me enough to see that I am well taken care of! He wants me to live and live well! To see that end, He has to heal me, body, mind, and soul. And guess what? He has over and over and over. For every crack that keeps me from wholeness, he patches up with his love and desire for me to have life and have it more abundantly. Oh Sweet Jesus, how can I repay you?

Well, the answer to that is not such a hard one to find but you gotta look for it and do what the instruction manual (Bible) says. Very clearly it says to love one another. And in doing so, do everything else that comes with it like help each other, take care of each other, reach out to the poor, lonely, displaced, misfit, etc. Just love one another. That’s all He asks. Everything else will fall into place. As it should.
Can you imagine a world where we all took the time to love one another?

Pray for peace, people. Please.

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I WANT MY OWN MOTORCYCLE


Yes we do

Yes we do

It’s true. Finally, at this late stage in my life, I want one. My hubs and I went for a long bike ride on his Harley after we left all the Easter celebrations with family and friends. It was so beautiful and quiet (except for the roar of the souped up tail pipes he accessorized his bike with. Hey, they all do it.). We enjoyed awesome scenery, fabulous smells of spring flowers, new wheat in the fields, even the murky smells of the occasional swamp. It was all lovely.

Ok, I have tried to make it known that I am no stranger to riding motorcycles but the hubs doesn’t take me seriously. My family rode bikes when I was a kid. My parents did, my brother did, all the G.I.s my dad brought home from work did. We would meet in a pasture behind our house in Austin, Texas (now it’s a housing development) and ride through all the dips and pits and cow manure. Mom was a short, red, plump woman and looked a bit like a tomato, but she loved to ride too. Bless her heart, I can still see her zooming across the wild terrain with her boobs about to explode out of her bras, yes bras, as she tried to keep them corralled by wearing more than one, poor thing. I’m sure she was embarrassed. I wasn’t. I wanted to be just like her. That gal could ride. Anyway, my point is that I grew up riding. To be honest, most of my riding was on the back of the motorcycle. But there was a time when I could handle a dirt bike. That was fun, but unfortunately I was a bit timid. I remember hearing someone remark “she had that thing going and then just gave up!” I don’t know why, but by the time I got that dirt bike going good, I always backed off. What on earth was I afraid of – falling, breaking my face, getting dirty? Who knows.

Back to the motorcycle ride with the hubs yesterday. I believe that the love of that ride triggered something in me that makes me want my own bike. He has been trying to convince me that I need one for a long time. I have been telling him that I like sitting behind him with my arms around him when we ride. And that’s true, but I woke up this morning remembering the good times I had as a kid trying to impress everyone that I could do it but not being sure I really could.

Well, now I am sure. I know I can do it. I’m older, wiser, free-er, happier, smarter. I know riding the back roads are safer than riding the highways, and a lot more fun. I have no problem with wearing more than one bra if the going gets rough, and the bits and pieces of gray hair blowing in the wind from under my full-face helmet do not bother me. Support hose will help keep my ankles from swelling. I can equip myself with a light-weight back brace if I need to. I have prescription sun glasses and body lotion with sun screen. I can do this. I want my own motorcycle.

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Don’t forget to pray for peace, people. Oh – and if you don’t mind – pray for me too!