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GraceRiderMag.com November/Demcember 2015 23 up stopped at a traffic light next to another couple on a new Harley. I said hello and was greeted with a question / statement from Mr. Harley, "Do you like your bike?" he asked. Before I could reply, he informed me that he had ridden a Victory and hated it. As I was about to respond with the whole "different strokes for different folks" line, his wife chimed in and said that I was rude. I asked her why she thought I was rude and she informed me that it was because my bike didn't have a backrest like their bike and I was not being considerate of my wife. I tried to explain that my wife doesn't really care for backrests but it fell on deaf ears. Mr. Harley began to tell me I needed a windshield like his. While explaining that I was happy with my stock windshield, the light mercifully turned green and I couldn't wait to leave them in the dust as they wobbled through the intersection. As I blasted away, I thought about how I should have explained to those newbies how I had been riding motorcycles since the 1960s and have worked in all aspects of the industry as well as having competed in motorcycle racing professionally for several years and I have forgotten more about bikes than they will ever know! That would have shown those self- righteous jerks… I said self-righteously! Then I posed myself the big question. What would Jesus do? That was an easy answer to me; He would respond to them like He did to the Scribes and Pharisees by referring to them as a "brood of vipers". Down the road My name is Dan Paulson; I hope not to come off "too preachy". Some of what I have to say may offend some but that's who I am. Before you fire off your hate mail or letters of complaint, I'll save you the trouble. I know I am the biggest sinner, most violent hypocrite, and whatever else you can call me. Just make sure you add "forgiven" to all of those names. I am guilty in the past of (name any sin here) and still battle my dark side on a daily basis but God knows all and I am forgiven. I don't like to glorify my misdeeds through a retelling of my past in an attempt to make a case for turning over a new leaf (I'm also not sure about the Statute of Limitations on some things). For those who have known me, you know where I've been. To those who have only known "of" me, most of that stuff you have been told has been blown out of proportion, both the good and the bad. To those who don't know me at all, you're probably better off that way. Most of my stories start with the phrase; "I was out for a ride". The reason for this is that I live in Southern California where the weather is perfect and the state government has found a way to charge for it. This particular day started out like any other afternoon but soon took a strange turn. While on a ride with my wife on my Victory Cross Country, we ended