Keep It Real
Tuesday, October 20, 2009 at 3:25PM 
Have you ever been to a Bike Night? What you will generally find is a crowd showing up and every one parking their machine. The riders will walk up and down the row of bikes looking over the new models, the new modification, and the new pieces of chrome. Some come solo, others in small packs of 2 or 3. Young and old, fresh and weathered, they will all be there. Small talk starts most conversation, how you doing, what cha been up to, or even the occasional, so when did you make parole? Some riders have actually ridden to places beyond the parking lot, they will talk tall tales of great rides, the rest just sit back and listen. If you think about it, it is very much like going to church, except I haven’t seen a church meet at Hooters.
Biker bars and churches both have the type of person called the poseur. Be it, the rider and bike that rolls up with all the chrome, the flashy paint job and odometer on the light side of the triple digits. The biker poseur loves the Race Replica paint job. In church the poseur is the new guy in church with the three-piece business suit, the trophy wife, and the “Hello, Can I make you deal” smile, you see him leaving each new hand he shakes a business card.
On any given bike night there is the new kid that shows up on a small bike, not much, but already he has a tank cover matching his bright new rider suit. He looks up to the old timers and asks questions. He wants to know about any good riding roads. He’s fresh from his rider safety class and anxious to learn better riding techniques. The church will have the new Christian, you know the one, he’ll actually bring his brand new Bible. He will be proud of that study Bible, and yes, he’s personalized it with a new leather cover.
My favorite biker rides a late model touring machine. If the odometer shows a triple digit figure you can bet it has rolled over. The paint is faded from long rides in the desert sun, not from sitting in the front yard. His leathers are worn, tattered, and comfortable. If you ride with him he knows about back roads the county road department has forgotten. He’ll wait for you at the fork in the road to insure you don’t get lost. He is not a squid, but there is no doubt he handles his bike with the best. His life passion is bikes. In fact, this bike he rides now is not the only one in his stable. It’s just the one that fits him best. At the drop of a glove he’ll be in your garage helping you install that new upgrade. In the dead of the night you can call him. You know that he’ll show up with his beat up truck to come get you when you break down.
Christ calls us to a life of passion .God is not interested in flash and chrome with no substance. We’re not to live a life with our faith tucked away in the barn, only to be taken out for a week-end ride. Our faith should be our daily ride. Life’s roads have been ridden and we should share the dangers and warn our fellow riders.
The expert rider will always work on improving riding skills and keeping instincts sharp. The mature Christian also stays in the Word to keep his mind sharp.
Whether you ride your ride, or ride for Jesus, keep it real man.
Reader Comments (2)
must say...reminds an awful lot like a dead concert...
You mean the poseurs that show up with a fake pony tail. A pox on them. lol