Funny thing. To the general public the "Christian Biker" is no different than any other. Saturday evening last my wife and I along with 2 other couples decided to storm "Branson Landing" to terrify and bewilder all at "Famous Dave's BBQ", Harley's roaring, leather vests and Patches, declaring our mission of who we were and what we were about.
Of course you get stared at... that's part of the mystery, but after a tremendous meal of good BBQ, good fellowship we retired outside the establishment taking in the cool evening air and atmosphere of the Landing at night.
It wasn't but a few minutes then there was a small group of boys wearing their street thug attire roaming around. We of course had our chuckles amongst ourselves as to the terror these boys were projecting. We didn't get the opportunity to chat with these young gents, but we did notice that just behind us was a mother and her 2 young'uns. She stated that they were getting the creeps from these rather harmless, and mis-directed "utes". That they had run across them a couple of times and they had gotten kind of rowdy down the way earlier.
She stated that she had seen us standing there and the safest place she could think of to be was behind a group of bikers.
While they were preparing to go inside for supper, and we were about ready to leave, we didn't get a big opportunity to chat, but we did give each of the kids one of our "Biker Coins" with scripture and the plan of salvation.
It was a very good evening and Oscar, who is a new Patched member now has his nickname.
if you see him, just call him "Cornbread"
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