Wild at heart

It may or may not be true, but I believe I was born wild. Most men probably are. These men I understand. I have always questioned authority, sometimes successfully, the other times I learned. Not always on the first try, though. I got married at a very early age, and stayed married to the girl I wanted, who I suppose God chose for me. I've never wanted another woman, and I honestly cannot see myself with anyone else ever again. Thanks God, good job.

I rode with the guys to Stonewall a couple of weeks ago. It was great fun. One of the great things about a motorcycle is that it has one seat. The fellowship was fun, but I was most happy riding down the road with the wind in my face and the voice of God in my ears. Our host on this trip had a "plan" for the weekend which included routes and meals....It worked out ok. I rode some 750 miles over the weekend, but could have easily done over 1,000. I would probably go every where alone, but the "buddy system" is a good idea, in the event something bad happens. Its also a good idea when something awesome happens.

Sometimes I feel how an old testament prophet must feel. I could just disappear into the wilderness for awhile, come back and tell everyone "thus says the Lord" and get on the road again. My life is not as cluttered as it was when I drank. The more I simplify the closer I feel to God, and the wildness in me comes closer to the surface. God likes me simple. He has given me great power which I must use only for good. He has gifted us all with power, but must of us don't know it or believe it. I love the wild things God shows me. Like the "light shows" of thunder and lighting, with powerful winds. The first rays of sun painting the sky shades of colors that can only be experienced, not described. The shadows on the ground as the sun sets in the west. I've seen it all in one day.

Now, because God is good, and has blessed me, I get to come home from my adventures in the wilderness to the woman He gave me. Then I get to enjoy my children, grandson, and the others He has placed me in a position to serve. Because it is not about me, and in that realization I find peace. It has been 1,391 days since my last drink.

Keep the shiny side up.

Motorcycle regatta

This weekend is the 4th annual Invitational Motorcycle Regatta in Stonewall Texas. I've been looking forward to this weekend. As it stands now there will be 5 motorcycles and one classic car. That is sufficient numbers. Not long after I started riding again, I joined the CMA. I soon discovered that crowds are still not my thing. A hand full of guys with similar riding skills makes for a fun, non-stressful time. Too many riders that I don't know make me nervous. In the last couple of weeks there have been motorcycles all over town. These guys seem to only ride when the weather is perfect. I wonder where they are the rest of the time. I guess I've become a snob, because I ride every day that it is not icy or already flooding when I leave the house. Riding every day has honed my skills, and I believe that I am a safer rider. I also pray everyday, a lot. I ask God for His protection, and an extra dose of it should my skills fail. This is important.

I have a new (used at the pawn shop) camera that should capture some cool scenery. My trouble with pictures, is I hate to stop once the ride begins. This time I'll try a little harder. Today marks 1,371 days without a drink. That is so cool. It's like the "drinking me" was a whole other guy whose memories I have. It is too wierd for words.

Keep the shiny side up