I found out my son had bought an old Ford pickup truck. That is what we used to put gravel on our driveway. We hauled several loads, but we now have better traction on our drive than we had before.
It was 18 degrees when I got up yesterday morning thus freezing the ground, and when we got to the gravel the surface of the gravel was frozen too. After breaking through the frost layer it was not so difficult to shovel the rock.
Remember to attend worship services in your local congregation this morning and evening. Remember that “God is Spirit: and they [we] that worship Him must worship Him in spirit and in truth.” Being born again through the death burial and resurrection of Jesus is the only way of worshipping the God of glory and all creation.
I have heard it said, “All roads lead to heaven”. Well! If all roads lead to heaven, then they all must meet at the cross of Jesus Christ. There is no other way to God and Heaven but by Christ Jesus.
Enough of my preaching from the banks of Flat Creek.
When I was 24 years of age I bought a brand new Honda Hawk 400 motorcycle. That was almost 33 years ago. I loved riding that bike. I rode it to Little Rock, AR. several times attending Boyce Bible School down there in the old Baptist Hospital. The last time I rode down there it rained on me all the way back; 205 miles in the drizzling rain. I nearly froze. I had no rain gear for riding. Like I said that was my last time riding down to Little Rock.
I also rode it to Tulsa, OK. for a Bible Conference one time; and with a brother in law. We had a wonderful time. My cycle got 68 miles per gallon on that trip. Now would that not be nice today?
Anyway on to why I am writing this. I got rid of that bike, trading it for a car for my family; which I think turned out to be a bad deal; a bad car. It was an old 1967 Ford Thunderbird four door. It had the “suicide doors” for the back doors. It would have been a great car, if money was no problem.
I rode Timothy’s [our eldest son] Honda VTX 1300 to the Bus Garage yesterday. After arriving home I was worn out physically. I realized something as I was coming home. I was not handling that bike as well as it ought to be handled. I have decided not that I no longer want to get one. If I cannot handle it properly and safely; I sure do not need to be riding one.
Instead I will dream of a Mustang GT convertible. 🙂 That will not be too high on the priority scale; probably at the bottom of the list. Oh yeah, and that is with a manual transmission.
There is nothing comfortable about a Mustang, but it sure would be fun to drive, and the top down would still give me that out in the air feeling, that comes from riding a motorcycle.
Craziness on the banks of Flat Creek.