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Oh my God! The year 2022 is turning into a crap show. Not because Mike isn’t maintaining his resolutions, but now we’re getting milk from plants. They’re trying to do away with my second-best farm animal friend, the cow. I have a real beef with a company out of Israel called Remilk that makes animal-free dairy proteins out of precise fermentation. It’s udderly ridiculous and sounds like the start of a good wine to me. But what do I know, I’m just a bird who opens beers, then eats beef, bread, french fries, pork chops and chicken wings. I’m not particular, I just like to eat. Man, I don’t want to move on to a flexitarian lifestyle. I like my meat, cheese, milk and ice cream just the way mother nature intended them to be made. Straight out of the cow and straight out of Compton. Mike raised me in the ‘back on the farm’ days and I plan on staying in the ‘back on the farm’ days. First they started with the meatless Whopper at Burger King. Now they’re going to make chickenless fried Chicken? How can that be? The Colonel must be rolling over in his grave because of fowl play. There’s no substitute for my favorite barnyard animal or feathered cousin.

If you’re going to KFC, then you should be looking for real chicken to eat, not an imitation of me that pulls apart like a piece of rubber and has an aftertaste of nothing. If tofu is your go-to, then you shouldn’t step foot in a Popeye’s or Burger King. Go back to Whole Foods or Earth Fare and exchange recipes with the rest of your gaggle of veggie-loving contemptuous libtards. Mike cuts me off saying, “Woah now, Chicken Little with a big voice. Who pulled on your tail feathers today and made you such a comedi-hen? You need to build up your hen-durance with thicker chicken skin. Spyke, you don’t have to worry, I’ll feed you what mom fed me and what grandma fed her. Even though I won’t be eating like a king and everything in sight, I’m not going to turn you into a garden gobbler.” I cackle, “Dude, that’s great but you’re scaring me. I just looked in your refrigerator and you’ve got a quart of Harmless Harvest organic dairy-free coconut yogurt alternative, some Trader Joe’s dairy-free cheese alternative and Morning Star vegan breakfast sausages. What gives?”

Mike babbles, “Okay, okay, Spyke, you got me. I did buy a few things vegan but it’s to help with my diet, not to my total dietary intake. Don’t worry, I won’t change your eating lifestyle, I’m just adjusting mine. I may have failed on a few of my New Year’s promises already but I’m holding on to my caloric intake resolution.

Remember when we went to Gibtown a few weeks ago? We both had the awesome, grease-dripping cheeseburger and fries that are well-known there. Every time we go to Quaker Steak & Lube for bike night, I get both of us chicken wings to eat and you get to stand on my bud. Coming up next month we will be at Thunder by the Bay down in Sarasota. All your friends and I will be sharing with you massive amounts of carnie junk food until your crop is full and bulging in the VIP area.”

I crow, “Man, I can’t wait until then. And you’re right, it’s VIP for me - Very Important Parrot area! That’s the beginning of a squawkin’ good time. We always see a lot of our southern friends and get to make thousands of awesome memories.”

Mike breaks in, “It’s going to be a whole lot of partying going on within three days. There are various tribute bands playing: Tom Petty, Bon Jovi, Ozzy Osborne, and Chicago. Headliner for Saturday night will be the real band FireHouse!

Inside Robarts arena Choppertown Live will be in full swing with custom motorcycles, vehicles and a 17 class bike show. Just outside, for you smokers and loud music enthusiasts, there’ll be a burnout contest and a motorcycle stereo sound off contest. Over 100 vendors will have all the good stuff for sale including for you Spyke, rows and rows of carnie food.”

I cackle, “Mmmmm carnie food. I’m going to be a carni-vore all weekend. No vegan, man-made, imitation food coming from those vendors. Just some good ol’ high calorie, high cholesterol, high carbohydrate, high saturated fat, and overly sugary goodness going on. None of which is in your diet plan, Mike.” He bellows, “Thanks for making my salivary glands kick in, Spyke. Now you’ve got me craving some good tasting bad stuff and making my belly feel two bites short of a whole Whopper. Let’s make like a bread truck and haul buns out of here. We need to get your wings in the wind, my knees in the breeze, and the Fat Bird 3 wheels rolling down the road in search of the next chicken wing joint.”

GEARIN’ UP FOR A GREASY GOOD TIME

RONNIE and EMILY’S RONNIE and EMILY’S

CHRISTIAN MOTORCYCLISTS ASSOCIATION

One of the great benefits of riding with friends is the fact that when you ride in a group there is a lot of support. That help, from one’s brother or sister, is available in the event of something going wrong along the way. It is also a blessing that the help provided isn’t based on owing a favor, or paying for the help received! The help is simply based on there being a need present and an opportunity to help fulfill that need.

I’ll never forget a situation one of riders found herself in, and the wonderful help she received. The group was coming home from a rather long ride and one rider needed to stop, she was flat worn out. To make matters worse, It was after dark and the group was about 80 miles from home.

The group pulled into a fast food burger joint and began making calls to see how the worn out rider could be helped. After several calls a brother with a utility trailer available was located. The only problem was that the trailer was 40 miles from where the group was located.

The trailer was hitched up and on the road in short order, but it took about an hour to get to the group. Upon arrival it was noted that all of the riders from the group had stayed with

the rider and her bike. Very quickly several of the brothers set about tying the bike down to the trailer, and everyone mounted up for the final 80 miles to get home. The bike was off loaded from the trailer, and everyone rejoiced that there were no further challenges. After all shared handshakes and hugs, they headed home to call it a day.

The point is this; the initial anxiety caused when the rider realized that she could not complete the ride was overcome by her knowledge of how close everyone was. She knew that the leaders of the group would find a solution. She also knew that the other riders cared for her and that they would take care of her. This was evident in that the bikers waited with the worn out rider, they stayed by her side! That kind of compassion and concern goes a long way to give confidence in the bikers being there for her.

In 1 Peter 5:7, the Bible says, “Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you.” The fact is that Jesus loves you and me. He is incredibly interested in and cares for us, and what is going on in our lives. He listens, and He calls our voice when we reach out to Him. He doesn’t want us to be anxious for anything; rather, He wants us to be happy and secure. He is only a prayer away!

Like the riders in the above story, Jesus not only has to answer to all of our challenges, He is the answer. You can trust Him!