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Cool Riding

February 22, 2015
Cool Ride
    Here in the south, we too have bad weather---for the south. The second weekend in a row, produced questionable weather and the possibility of no other bikers showing up for the ride to Mansfield, Georgia and Where There's Smoke, for BBQ. The forecast called for cloudy skies and 57 degrees for a high. We Harley riders have gauges available for our bikes, but, face it, they are not always as accurate as the Honda gauges. My gauge never showed anything close to 57 degrees yesterday. 
    A safety tip is: take your electrics when cold weather prevails. Check. I frequently wear the electric gloves and the electric jacket, but infrequently hook them up. After all, heated grips and a heated seat usually keep the necessary parts warm! Leather pants also help with the legs.
    The SE is garaged, so the temperature gauge would not show an accurate reading initially. It settled in at 32 degrees as I rode towards the starting point. A rarity had me to be the first arrival. Well, I was 30 minutes early. Bobby and Sandra were followed by Dave, Jeff (long time treasurer and long time member, but a rare rider lately), Gary, and Randy. Everybody was properly bundled! Still no plug ins as 32 degrees is not truly cold for a "real biker" and Moo Cow Bikers has its share of real bikers.
    We expected to see Linda on the east side of Griffin, but alas, no Linda. On we travel east of Griffin. Wait, way east of Griffin, a lone biker, bundled for some cool riding, it's Linda. Faithfully waiting on her custom painted bike. She falls in with the group.
    Jackie, of recently replaced 2nd hip, had informed me that he would meet us at Chevron, west of I-75 in his truck. There is a real biker. He can't ride the bike yet, but being loyal to Moo Cow Bikers, he joined us in his truck. As our caravan approached the station, arms and hands waived out car windows. Those faces seem familiar. Sure enough, Willie and Barbara, and Mike and Beverly, long time Moo Cow Bikers, but NOT SO TOUGH BIKERS, joined the group for the ride to lunch. Well, at least they came and were welcomed by all!
    Pulled pork, Brunswick stew, and fried potato salad is a staple for me at Where There's Smoke. Everything is great, but these are my favorite. Different waitresses on this Saturday, but the product was the same.
    We witness when we ride and wherever we go. First the bikers show up, then we have public prayer before eating. Showing our allegiance to God is a good message to those around us. Not to mention, it tends to relax others in a restaurant.
    Bikers have a rowdy reputation. We tend to perpetuate the idea. Our group leans more towards laughter, good fellowship, open love for each other, razzing, smiles---get the idea? Yesterday was no different, though we did have another topic of discussion: that being the wooses who rode in the car. They are all Honda riders too! What's the group coming to?
    We passed on the trip south and ice cream and headed home. Oh, I did plug in the electrics for the return trip. Amazing how comfortable it is with warmth all around. Cold weather riding has one draw back: it's harder to do a full body turn at intersections, for instance. Is it possible that advancing age has something to do with that? Surely not.
    As long as we "Stand up, stand up, for Jesus," we will continue to ride and enjoy the promises of God. Do you make time to seek those promises every day? You are guaranteed a better and fuller life if you do. Look forward to eternity, but praise Him every day while you are here.
    Be a blessing to someone today.
The Vice Cow
Moo Cow Bikers     


February 15, 2015
    Fayetteville had a BBQ, Air Museum/dessert, Opry ride scheduled yesterday. Considering the cool weather of the past week I considered it wise to put some extra time into marketing the ride. On 2 separate occasions during the week, I sent out flyers informing the Herd of the expectations for Saturday.
    Saturday morning broke with temperatures in the 20's, with expected high 50's later in the day. Since we were not departing Fayetteville until 2:00 PM, we should begin the day in comfort (at least for real riders). Still while riding east to departure point, the thought entered my mind: what if nobody shows up to ride? Will you take the planned ride anyway?
    Not to worry. Bobby and Sandra were already there with the heaters running and music blasting on that Honda trike! Well, they were there! Gene and LaVanda Gibbs appeared on a real bike designed for one. Reminded me of James and Debbie before Honda. David and Cindy Williams, Dave and Lynn Peterson, Gary Eller, with grandchildren duty later in the day, and myself made for a good looking group. Prayer preceded a comfortable ride to Southern Pit BBQ north of Griffin, where Willie and Barbara and friends, Doug and Nina from South Georgia :), Mike and Beverly, with grandsons, and Griffins own Linda joined the merry band. Good food and fellowship followed.
    Departing BBQ, it seemed that the temperature had risen a bit from our arrival.  One degree makes a difference on days like yesterday. South towards Zebulon, then north on Williamson Road took us by an unusual site. Gene told us that a tornado or some big wind blew through the area taking down trees and doing other damage in general. One huge tree was cut off, but the owner decided to make a tribute to the remains. This stump must be 20 feet in the air, with a cross carved out of the top and leaving a 10 foot stump to hold it up. Impressive. "Be a blessing to someone today."
    On to Barnstormers Grill, the air strip, and museum. Interesting. Soon some of our group is spotted in the Grill having dessert. Oh well, I did use dessert as a teaser and this group loves to eat.
    Time to head out to the Opry. We begin to lose riders as other obligations and cooling temperatures take a toll. Dave and Lynn left for home to load up in the cage and return for the Opry. We arrived about 50 minutes before show time thinking that would be real early. Not true. It seems that some come for every show and most have reserved seats, though there are no reserved seats. Reminds one of church seating. Whose seats did we take? Being bad bikers, we were not challenged on the back rows.
    The Hollonville Opry has existed for 20 years. Some of the original owners have passed into Glory, but the show continues. Talk about being a blessing, these folk do that with a plus added. Upon entering the doors a donation box greets everyone. Give or don't give. Sandwiches, desserts, drinks, punch, chips --- all free! Everything is free. And the "old timers" greeted us with open arms. One of the stars of the floor show and I had a great chat exaggerating about our skills on the floor. She must be in her 80's. She told me that she buck dances every night and she was going to call me up to dance with her. Explaining that my hearing was not as good as it once was, she said: "no problem, I'll come get you."
    The show began. The first group, a husband and wife, and a sister or daughter sang to taped music. One could tell they had been singing God's praises for a long time, maybe too long. But they enjoyed themselves.
    The next group was very relaxed and enjoyed themselves too. The grand dame of floor shows performed with tap shoes on. Amazing.
    I left before the last group appeared, wanting to get home before the deep freeze. Hooked up the electrics, put on the amber glasses and headed in. Didn't even need the electrics. Warning: The amber glasses were too much. I thought I was being approached by a greyhound bus with the first vehicle. Too bright! 
    The Herd witnessed "be a blessing to someone today" and a good time was had by all. One must approach this site with appreciation for an older generation of folk who want to provide a venue for those who have a desire to perform, at a for free price, provide food and beverage free, and provide great fellowship to each other and new bees. You owe it to yourself to visit the Hollonville Opry in Hollonville, GA. You won't forget it.
Be a blessing to someone today.
The Vice Cow


February 2, 2015
    Inspiration is the source of much and many. Inventors are inspired to invent, writers are inspired to write, painters are inspired.....get the idea?
    Any time that I desire a new motorcycle, I blame it on inspiration. I can "feel" the stirring within and that stirring generates faster and faster until I find self in a dealership trying to bring that "inspiration" into focus. Thankfully, I have been through that process many times and I now realize that the stirring does not come from God--maybe Satan, but not God for sure!
    The end result of all those motorcycle purchases brings great joy for a time. Adding to the purchase brings temporary joy. Polishing and shining brings a smile when seeing the reflection of life for a time. All fades as time passes and I simply enjoy the "wind in my face" while riding and seeing America. It does not take a new bike to find that enjoyment.
    Morning devotions (for me) bring inspiration, but if I just do one morning devotion and then miss for days or weeks, that inspiration fades and is replaced with a list of "things to do today." Morning devotions for me include reading the text for the day, then reading on either side of the prescribed text.
    Those who know me, know that I do love and appreciate inspiration received from music: the written words more so than the notes. Thankfully, I can memorize notes and themes rather easily. The lyrics offer inspiration that I love to hear over and over. Now, I'm not speaking of pop music. That stuff could be blown away and I would not miss it at all. The old hymns of the church show the authors' connection with God and with life. Southern Gospel music is akin to old time Country Music in that it relates to life and to mans' relationship with God. Music lives on as attested by the life of some songs.
    Gifts: we all have them. Do you use and develop yours?
    1 Corinthians 13: 1-13: inspired by God, put on paper, and surviving up to and including today. "Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I AM NOTHING. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, IT PROFITS ME NOTHING.
    Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely; does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; BEARS AL THINGS, BELIEVES ALL THINGS, HOPES ALL THINGS, ENDURES ALL THINGS.
    LOVE NEVER FAILS. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.
    When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.
    I submit that we all should seek our inspiration from God and serve Him and others in love. Such actions will last here on earth until the end to time and last for an eternity.
    Be a blessing to someone today.
The Vice Cow