Friday, August 02, 2002

Thank you for stopping by my blog. You are very nice to have shown up. I am suppose to write something profound now but I am not feeling profound. But I do my best work under pressure so show up tomorrow and I am certain I'll find a way to rock your world.

In the meantime did I mention that I not only rode my motor cycle tonight but I rode it at 55 mph? It isn't the biggest bike in the world and it was really screaming. (So was I but that's an entirely different blog.) This is a very big deal to me. I can't even roller blade and yet I stayed upright even while going uphill. Vaughn Hill to be specific. You see, this is proof that their is a God. This is proof that He loves me. I learned that oncoming cars don't bother me as much as cars behind me do. I also learned that pot holes bother me more than both of the aforementioned hazards. I understand now that pot holes are more evil than I realized back when I had 4 wheels. When you have 4 wheels you can pretty much afford for one to go bonkers for a few seconds. It's like when a 747 loses one of it's 4 engines. No big deal. 3 left. But when you only have 2 wheels and one suddenly goes south on you... well... let's just say it's proof of God's love, provision, and power over vertigo. Last of all allow me to mention that June bugs hurt. I don't know what they are doing out in August anyway. Mainly I think they are dying on my helmets face mask. And don't let anyone tell you a face mask is not important when riding a motor cycle. There is no thrill like riding down a pitch black farm road and seeing a monster bug heading directly for you because you are the only light he can see (Spiritual moment... even bugs are drawn to the light) and he doesn't turn and you can't duck and suddenly... SPLAT... he comes to an abrupt halt 12 centimeters in front of your left eyeball. Anyway, face masks pay for themselves in the long run. I talk for a living and so I figure I best protect my tool of the trade. That being.... my mouth.