Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Just Sold Return2

Kopp Disclosure
(John 3:19-21)


"He's a kite.  Let him fly but don't let go!
If you don't let him fly, he'll die!
If you don't hold on, he'll..."

June Hunte


    I thought it would never happen.

    Despite being in my blood since first riding down Sans Souci Highway near Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania in 1968 on a Honda 50, I just sold Return2 - 2010 H-D FLHTC.

    No more 800 miles door to door in under 14 hours to my octogenarian parents and sister in NE Pennsylvania.

    Rainmakers MC will have to ride to the Black Hills moins moi and no more free lunches/concerts at Woodstock H-D and those 1%ers who know I know will have to get along without my apologetics and, I guess, I'll never get to ride with Shadow.

    I guess it was inevitable in a predestinarian kinda way.

    My book on biker culture is a metaphor for many things - I Just Wanna Ride - buuuuuuut was an underwhelming non-best-seller along with everything else that I've written.

    While I never wrote any of 'em for money, it would have been nice to clean up a few debts before my sons inherit 'em.

    Not much.

    Too much.

    Anyway, it was my therapy; so I'll be making an appointment with my personal physician for some scripts.

    I guess I just got tired of people living prophylactic lives bugging me.

    Maybe they meant well; noting my daddy always said the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

    "Your father and I," my mom always said, "will pay for your plane ticket or gas and lodging if you drive out with something that has four wheels."

    I got tired of saying to other relatives, friends, and church ladies, "I ain't no kid, Nurse Ratched."

    Sooooooo many people smiling about me getting caught in the rain.

    Enough about the helmet; as if it's any of their business or I don't believe in life after life through Jesus or not wearing one gives hope to my enemies.

    Enough annoyances from one of my best friends: "Don't ask me to come when they're scraping you off Route 90!"

    I'm an undershepherd aka pastor.

    It's one of the only vocations in which everybody thinks they can tell ya what to do and where to go and how to get there.

    They've won.

    I'm done.

    Just sold Return2.


    Sooooooo if you've been smiling while reading the preceding, either you know I'd never abandon my authentic joy for the ride to satiate the control needs of inauthentics and other chatterboxing cowards or you're one of 'em.

    Truth is you're probably reading this while I'm riding those 800 to NE Pennsylvania.

    Annnnnnnd when I get back, I'll be back to iconoclasting in "An Unauthorized Guide for Pastor Search Committees."

    That'll be posted on June 1 or 2 via www.churchandworld.com as linked to www.koppdisclosure.com.

    Until then, ride to authenticity!

    BTW, the following link explains a lot about...



    Annnnnnnd if you just wanna ride, I'll take you to Woodstock H-D and help ya pick a pony!


Blessings and Love!

1 comment:

Rev RJ said...

Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord that they may rest from their labors and their works do follow them...