The Parable of the Biker

It was a beautiful day when a Christian decided to take his new Harley Davidson motorcycle out for a ride.  The weather was perfect as he zipped down some back country roads, but then he came upon some traffic. The person driving the car in front of him was going way too slow for his liking, but the double yellow line in the road stated that it was unsafe to pass.  After a few moments of grumbling the biker thought who decides that it is unsafe to pass here?  They don't know my driving skills, who are they to determine I can't pass safely.  And on that thought the biker kicked down a gear and safely passed the car.  A great whoosh of endorphins flooded the biker upon making the pass--he had never felt so alive.

It wasn't long before he came upon another car going too slow for his liking and there was that blasted double yellow line again!  He remembered the whoosh and once again threw caution to the wind.  He kicked it down a gear and rolled into the throttle before jumping across the double yellow line to make the pass.  Just as he was passing the car another car came over the hill.  He twisted the throttle with urgency and dove the motorcycle in front of the car he was passing seemingly missing the oncoming car.  His adrenaline was kicking so strong that he didn't realize the tip of his left handlebar grazed the driver side mirror of the oncoming car.  He let out a great laugh (in joy and relief) and continued his journey.

The mother driving the oncoming car watched in horror as her mirror exploded and sent shards of glass into the backseat where her children were.  She rushed them to the hospital where they were stitched up and taken care of.  There would be no long term injuries other than the scars they would carry with them the rest of their lives.