so here i am… my family has recently re-located to st. cloud, fl. and i am stuck in gainesville to finish up my last few days at work. so it got the best of me and i decided to skip town (and work) and get to st. cloud to be with them. a reasonable solution. right, it was cold that evening. i am not sure, but i believe the weather was in the fortys when i left g-ville at 5pm. the next five hours that it took me to get to st. cloud were very cold. i started by stopping at a local western wear store on the way of town… hoping they would have chaps of the leather sort to keep me warm. no such luck. then i thought to stop at the harley dealer in ocala. got there 5 mins too late. then i remember that the bp truck stop at i-75 and the turnpike had chaps… or so i thought. it wasnt too far out of my way, so on i went. no chaps. they did have coffee which helped to warm me. then back on the bike. another stop in apopka for coffee (and another donut) and then on through orlando to st. cloud. drove past the airport. some punk in a camaro or firebird thought, ‘oh let me race the harley’, boy did he look dumb as i smoked him. finally made it home around 10pm. drank more coffee and cuddled up to the wife in bed. was very cold and did not warm up until the next morning as i took a hot shower and drank more coffee. at some point as i drove in the cold i thought to myself, ‘if you had to make this drive tonite, is there any other way you would want to make it other than on the harley?’ then i answered myself, ‘hizell no!’ i have realized that whether it is cold or wet or even cold and wet, there is no better way to ride than on a harley. what do they say in some circles: live to ride, ride to live… possibly. anyway, check the pics and let me know what you think about my midnight run of death inducng cold…
In July of 2006 I acquired my Harley. Shortly there after, we went down to one car and the bike. I think it was due to money. That sounds right. We didn’t have any and we sold my old CB400 and a Cherokee for money leaving us with our Pontiac Vibe and the Harley. At the time I was workig as a case worker for DCF and I had a meeting in Starke, about 30 minutes away. By the time of this meeting it was now winter. By Labor Day I had sold both vehicles so it was sometime in the winter after that. As I left the house to go to the meeting it was 44 degrees. I bundled up with gloves, jacket and scarf wrapped around my face. I was fine until I made it out of town. Then I realized that 44 degree weather + 70 mph = impossible to breathe. I literally thought I was going to suffocate while driving the motorcycle. I pulled over and readjusted the scarf. It helped. I learned that morning that when riding a motorycle in cold weather, especially with an open face helmet, breathing is no longer automatic. Every breath is a hard-earned victory in the battle to stay alive.
Fast forward 3 years and I was leaving to go to work this morning on my GSX-R1100 and it was 37 degrees. I put on my coveralls, gloves, armings (like a legging but for the arm), my balaclava (works tons better than a scarf) and my full face helmet. As I exited the apartment complex I was reminded that breathing is no longer a privilege under these circumstances, but a hard-earned victory in the battle to stay alive.
Genesis 1:16 –
God made the two great lights, the greater light to govern the day, and the lesser light to govern the night; He made the stars also.
Over the last 3 years I have run a little over 1500 miles at night. And one thing that has been constant over those 3 years is Orion and his dog… my favorite stars. (I know they are groups of stars)
Orion is always there with his dog (whom I have affectionately named Sparky) to cheer me on. I always look for them first thing when I go out to run.
The more that I run the more that I can understand the ancients who believed that the stars were somehow representations of the gods to them. The gods were manifesting themselves to the humans in the stars. I can see it. Like the sun and moon the stars are always there. You can relay on them and even take them for granted. Orion and Sparky are welcome running partners for me any night.
I know these stars are not manifestations of God per se, but he did create them and hang them in the sky. They may not be the way that he manifests himself, but they are the way that he manifests himself since they are his creation and he shows them to us daily, or should I say nightly.
I thank you Orion and Sparky for your faithful running support and further I thank God for teaming them up with me.
Actually went running tonite. Ran 4.5 miles checkyhe tweet to your right. It was very cold. Keeping up my numbers for the year. Goodnite.
Last nite I had the ocassion to spend time with a buddy of mine at Maude’s a local coffee shop Ronda & I used to frequent. I hadn’t been there in years, so this was my first time since we moved back. We were gonna meet at Starbucks, but they were closing.
Nick was amazed and enthralled at my streetfighter in the making. Mainly because it either looks like it rolled off the set of Mad Max or outta a junk yard (depending on the light!). Not everyone sees my vision and is able to understand my art. He was able to appreciate, though.
As we often do when we congregate, we spoke of theology, God, church and many things that just aren’t right with the world. I must confess, with each congregating, I enjoythe tines more and more. It was cold as we reclined outside. I would have liked a little warmer weather. It would have made the reclining and the motorcycle ride a little warmer. Who am I to complain?
Coffee was good, the congregating better. Nick is a well thought out and versed man. Also rough around the edges, like myself. I appreciate immensely the type of Christianity he bring to the table. The type I imagine is very much like Christ.
It’s 40 minutes past when I was supposed to start working. I must go. I bid you adieu.