Be still, and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10 (ESV)
Husband and older son have been busy the last few weeks. Between the two of them, three motorcycles were added to the fleet that fills our garage. It always starts with Craig’s List and a “I have always wanted one of these.” Then, a “We are just going to look and if we can’t get it for less than (insert dollar amount here), we won’t get it,” followed by my prediction, “They will never go that low, you better take more money than that.” I don’t accompany them, but apparently, they are now skilled at beating sellers down in price. I hear their reasoning afterwards, “Oh, it will cost so much to fix it up, way more in parts or labor, than the bike is worth. You might as well send it to the scrap yard.” Eventually, they are so convincing that they get the owner to agree to let it go for only 25% of what the listing is and drag it home to invest a few hours labor before I hear the tell tale, vroom, vroom, that announces once again, they have scored and could triple their investment. If they would resell them that is. Our garage is starting to look like a prospective episode of hoarders if only they showed them on the Speed Channel. Jay Leno would be so proud. The latest bike is going to be oldest son’s. Husband financed it and traded him for one that oldest son bought a few months ago. The new acquisition is a Triumph. I don’t know what year it is, (I don’t pay attention anymore since they brought a “vintage” bike home a few weeks ago that was from the 1970s-that is not vintage!) but I do recall a conversation they had about brakes. Supposedly, the brakes need some work which is why I was surprised when oldest son rode it out of the garage to work yesterday. Brakes are not something I generally think you can do without, particularly on a motorcycle. Though husband assures me that I misunderstood and the brakes are fine, I did have concerns. Many concerns. I’ve been thinking about brakes a lot lately. I said that 2015 was going to be the year that I learned to slow down, take a breath, be satisfied with what I have and relax. Easier said than done. While my mind is made up, I am still working off a 2014 to do list. I am about halfway through my to do list of promised sewn donation items and birthday presents. My weeks are peppered with evening meetings, and I have one more mission trip next month. I figure it will early March before I can set aside the old to do list and chart a less strenuous course for 2015. At heart, I guess I will always be an overachiever. You don’t stop those habits just because a calendar page turns over. Just like you don’t stop a speeding motorcycle by putting your feet down.