I zipped over to the skate park early one morning on the Honda 350 with my board strapped to my backpack. The weather was balmy, and I was changing lanes and pulling away from work traffic. The bike is a 1971 and in excellent condition, but the pipes has been modified so it's kind of noisy. I would prefer the less obtrusive little buzz of the original stock pipes, but the choice is not mine since the bike is borrowed. God really knows how to give good gifts to His children (Matt 7:11). I had been thinking hard about how I might get one, especially when we had only one vehicle and I was relying on the bus to get to college. I don't think I ever outright prayed to God for a motorcycle, not since junior high anyway, but one evening a friend from church brought this vintage beauty to the house and left it with me, hoping it would be of use. I've kept it a year now. I was the only one on the road leading to the skate park. I could see and smell the river, and I enjoy being alive.