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.
