END OF AN ERA

THE END OF AN ERA

I am eighty three years old.  So the end of my motorcycle

riding days would be coming soon.  I wanted to get at least

a few years more riding in.  But, my insurance company

changed my mind.

I have been with this company for seventeen years.  No claims

and no problems.  But I am getting older and possibly they have

checked into my recent health history.  That is O.K.  I do not try

to hide any thing.  I always give the doctors permission to share

my records with any one.

But, last week when I went to pay my annual premium on the 

motorcycles,  it had jumped about 800%.  As an old retired man

I simply am not going to pay that much for just a little fun.

You know what that meant.

So, before the insurance expired I decided to ride my old

rat bike over to the sale for "one last ride."  That is the 

one with the hat on the sissy bar.

Now this is not a good time of the year to sell a motorcycle.

The best time would be in spring or early summer.  And the

motorcycle, though in good shape, is getting real old.  Plus

it is like a work bike, not a shinny chrome trophy.  So the

prospects of selling it were not good.

But, I have learned to pray about things like that.  

As you guessed, hardly anybody looked at the bike.

Instead they looked at jars, wore out tillers, junk 

furniture etc.  So all I could do was sit there and pray.

Praise God.

God is not limited by my circumstances.

When the bidding got started it went very slow,

BUT, there was a man there on a cell phone

bidding for a man that was not even there.

The buyer who was not even there, bought it for

enough to make me happy and keep me praising God.

AGAIN,

PRAISE GOD.