Forever Lasting . . .

This weekend was a reflection of life, both human and mechanical.  Mechanical things in life can last almost forever.  They can be rebuilt.  Most mechanical things I restore have a history of many owners, some remembered, but most forgotten.  These motors, parts and cycles will be around forever.  Human life is a "set time." You're only here for a specific amount of time - in your own time.  You do what you can.  This last weekend I attended a graduation celebration and observed a "new adult lifetime" just beginning.  The start.  The majority in attendance were people who are "into their lifetime."  Established.  But the celebration was for these young teens, young adults in their prime of life.  I took a motorcycle in my truck (unloaded it) and rode out to the spot where The Music Died on February 3rd, 1959.  This is only about 2 miles from the graduation celebration . . . where the airplane went down. Now, a seemingly sacred spot.  I'd never been there before.  I rode a 1/2 mile trail, out into a quiet, breezy field along a fence row.  The air was now still.  A peaceful place.  It gave a person a feeling of appreciation for the things you have, and made you think about what else you can do . . .with your life.  With what's left.  The possibilities.  Never settle for just this - thinking you can "always" do that someday - for someday is today.   I rode around on these beautiful roads, taking in the scenery.  Playing flat-track . . . all the way back to the party.  I met people I hadn't seen in years.  Stories were told.  Plans were made.  Human interaction creating positive satisfaction.  Catching up and wishing Chris the best of luck for an awesome, exciting future - a lifetime of more memories just beginning - again.  Really cool.  Got to make a parent proud.