An Aside

I have not been regularly posting of late. For that I apologize. I should be more giving in what God gives me, but this post is totally off the side.

I have been a Corvette aficionado for some twelve years. This last one I had was with us for seven years. In the last couple of years it has sat in my garage, not being driven for weeks or months. The battery would die and I’d have to put the charger on it. In the seven years I owned it I drove it a mere 25k miles. That averages less than 3600 miles a year. It was a hoot to drive no matter what, though.

My Libby and I went to a little spot in the middle of nowhere to a place called Yoder’s last weekend for breakfast at their restaurant and general store near Greenville, NC for her daughter’s birthday. I wanted to go to the Harbor Freight in Winterville for an impact wrench and sockets. Next door to that was a Harley Davidson dealer called Boneyard Harley Davidson. Used to be Hometown Harley. My wife asks me would I like to go over and possibly find a hat. I have loads of them, but a I never pass the chance at a new one. So, I agreed. The dealership was having a party with a live band and all kinds of specials going on.

Needless to say I got a hat, but I got captured by a bike on the floor that looked like me. It is a Harley Davidson Sportster 1200NS Iron. It’s a very powerful bike. They were also giving $250 gift certificates for new buyers. Folks, I traded my Corvette for the bike, a helmet, leather vest, hat, free t-shirt for me and my wife. They had me ring a good size bell with blaring music and every employee came by and shook my hand and welcomed me to the HD family. Never in my life have I been so taken aback. We did upgrade the seat to a buddy seat with sissy bar to accommodate my wife. It was delivered this past Tuesday and as of this writing I’ve already put a little over a hundred miles on it and ran out of gas. A passing biker stopped and asked did I need help and a yes got me a pint of gas to get me to a station. I’ve not rode a motorcycle in over 30 years and had forgotten how exhilarating it can be. Even for this old man.

Some younger folks have given me the wild eye, like I’m too old. I may be old, but not the “too” part. Most of my relatives have already gave me the safety speech about watching out for crazy drivers and such. Safe to say all things are possible, but I am ultra-aware of my surrounding as much as possible. I don’t plan on becoming a statistic. I wear my helmet, leather vest, gloves and boots with jeans. I’ve ridden three different size bikes, but this is my biggest. You can safely say, I will be careful.

About Jim

I'm a 72 yr old guy, who had worked in Naval Hospital Camp Lejeune for 28 yrs and now retired as of 31 Dec 16. I've worked in medical records, Health Benefits Department, Billing, the IT department and retired as the Personnel Security Manager for the hospital. I'm a musician and Corvette enthusiast. Yes, I have had two. I traded my second Corvette for a Harley Davidson Fat Boy mid-summer 2019. I've already ridden about seven thousand miles. I'm also searching for a fresh new outlook on life with new spiritual insight among other things. I was ordained a minister on 20190202. I've become certified with the American Chaplaincy Association through Aidan University in June '21. I've found that with the unconditional love of my companion, Libby Rowe life is complete through God. She's a beautiful, vibrant, giving woman who gives her all in everything she puts her mind to do. She and I married on 24 July 2015. She was ordained in February 2022. She has a blog too called Under a Carolina Moon. Give it a visit.
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2 Responses to An Aside

  1. simplywendi says:

    never “too” old! 🙂

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