The local motorbike run is a place of pilgrimage. Joost has a lot, a lot of Japanese stuff. From 1970. And recently a BMW. A True R65 TIC. But that was a funny mistake. Just like the Ducati Paso that once stood flushed and shy in a corner. The more you visit, the lower the prices. Moreover, there is always a cup of coffee for regular customers. Even if you don't buy anything there, the trip is always an educational excursion. Because let's face it: you don't find a GS 750 in real Frans van de Waal custom paint outfit every day. That was once the pride of the entire neighborhood.
Maybe Frans wants to buy him for a lot of money for his museum
On the hunt for a dynamo for a vague project in the making, Joost pointed back: “There's a topper that just arrived. Just look behind it, there is a container with Kawasaki dynamos. ” The topper was a wrangled Kawasaki ZX12R. The recently farm-fresh thing was as convincing as Balkenende 4. Disassembling a dynamo yourself is of course more fun than looking for stuff in a container.
So the Kawa was a wreck
But dynamo was the party. Nice and little turned and as clean as a new one. Beautiful! Everything we unscrewed and broke was allowed in the metal and plastic container. Motorcyclists also do waste separation. Tinkering himself saved Joost's staff in disassembly time and also brought the buyer a profit. A win-win-win situation. Well arranged.
Then you start talking to Joost
About what happened and how something like that comes about now. And how it ended with the pilot. Joost knew about the hat and the brim. Because he had bought the bicycle from the owner himself. And that owner was now in a wheelchair. With the necessary physical limitations and a serious scratch on his religious beliefs. The almost perfectly established fellow of the second generation has been a motorcycle enthusiast since his earliest childhood. The fat Kawa was his third bike and the pride of his life. He loved every mile. He collected fines like a squirrel for winter. That is also very Calvinistic.
And then came that long, continuous curve
He had misjudged it convincingly. At three-quarters he noticed that it was going to go wrong. And then his basic programming took over from his VRO driver training. He stretched his back, raised his arms to heaven, and called for the help of his Creator. It was not online at the time. But the ex-motorcyclist was at peace with it. "Insallah." "It's God's will." That is the same approach that leads residents of our own Bible Belt not to have their children vaccinated. Who makes the Jehovah's blood transfusions refuse.
Having respect for others is not unkind
And faith of any kind has supported many people as well. But you just shouldn't try to understand everything. And sometimes it is better to steer than to pray. There is a time and a place for everything. However?
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