Messengers Of The Cross

Messengers Of The Cross.... [aka, MOTC

For those of you that like to ride your motorcycle, but are uncomfortable with and woulld like to avoid the trappings of the "bad biker scene"... we provide an alternative of Christian fellowship while doing what we do best: Riding around the countryside enjoying the scenery and savoring the sights and sounds of our beautiful Northwest.... and feasting on local cuisine.

Our rides always arrive at a "food destination" somewhere... but most importantly, we desire to promote the Gospel message of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ..... via the medium of motorcycling; sharing His message wherever and whenever we have the opportunity. We would encourage everyone to join us on our almost weekly excursions around Oregon and Washington.

We would be delighted have all your friends, neighbors and shirt-tail relatives join in the fun of riding together.... this is the opportunity for you to invite the un-churched acquaintances and have them experience the Christian lifestyle from the unique Christian biker viewpoint.

Hopefully, the ride reports and pictures of the good looking bikers will be posted here following each ride. Return to this location often and check out the ride results.

The contact person is Gaylord Janzen messengers.janzen@gmail.com ... if you would like to be added to our ride announcement email list, merely send a note to Gaylord and you will receive ride information in a timely manner.

well, good sunny Sunday morning.. well, mostly sunny... now, romping thru the mountains yesterday in the sun was a hoot. The sweeping curves up Hwy 35 was a fantastic voyage... until we hit the Clackamas County line. That's when bro John's 2003 Anniversary Harley Heritage started bouncing around like Bowser playing with the neighbor's cat....and we had to slow to 90. Whoa, those pot-holed CC road are in bad shape. I guess us CC tax payers need to pay more to fix the roads..... alas, our beloved lame-duck governor would probably take it all to support his high falutin jet and not fix the roads. Maybe we need a new governor?

Anyway, it was a great day to get away from the lawn mowing and weed pickin'... and the food was excellent at the Mongolian Grill off exit 62 in Hood River. Stop in and support the local folks if you're passing that way at noon.

As you will notice, Kristie went off the deep end with her new punk-rocker spiked hair-do on her helmet. It was sooo embarrassing that she had to ride last ..... bro John said that us balding types are just jealous that we have nothing to spike. Amen to the that, bro. I told Shirley that I was going to get a Mohawk haircut as we were passing the barber shoppe in Mulino years ago.... she bluntly told me that, " you don't have any hair to spike". That's when the fight started.

Oh well, it was a great day to be out on the 'cycle, breathing the fresh mountain air and going deaf following bro Bill with his loud pipes on that Kawa Intruder..... but, as they say at the Harley Shoppe, "loud pipes saves lives... and cause you to loose your hearing".... a small price to pay for such great rewards, I might add. Truck on, bro Bill.

Until next time we ride the trails, stay safe and rappppppp those pipes.

gaylord the original quiet biker.

MOTC was running amok on Monday June 28, 2010.....

whoa!!! What a great ride that was thru the woods of Vernonia and Timber. Nice twisties and turnsies all the way. The most exciting moment came when that hot rodding log truck driver came screaming around that left hand corner [ for us] waaaaay tooooo fasssst and all I could see was the truck leaning waaaaaaay over just as I was going by him.... Thank the Lord that the wrappers were stuck on tight, or I would have been road puddin'!!!!

Of course, when you're out on the road riding like the wind, soaking up the sunshine, savoring the fragrances of the new mown hay, and trying to avoid the rain showers..... grease and hollow sugar calories are null and void. Diana said so.... that's the truth: bro Glenn proved that you can scarf down all the grease-dripping fries and fat laden triple burgers and still not slip and slide in the saddle. Oh yeah, give bro Glenn Schaffer a high-5 and shout, "WELCOME", since he rode for the first time with the MOTC. I hope we didn't scare him away.

I should mention that bro Glenn is riding a puny, underpowered VTX 1800 Honda.... in Henry Ford's favorite color: black. Bro Gene on his fancy GoldWing-a-ding, tried to shake Glenn thru the back woods of Hebo.... but it twernt no good. That VTX can really move... on the straight aways....

Hey, who is that masked man anyway? Hard to know.... but if he ever takes it off, I'll be the first to spill the beans. Stay tuned.

Bro John W was paid a nice compliment recently. A young dude told bro John that his gorgeous 110ci Harley custom was, "sick".. yep, "totally sick!!!!". Once the color returned to bro John's face..... he found out that was just new generation slang for

"fantastic". I feel better now that I understand what he was saying.... sooooo, I guess it must be OK when an exit-ramp begger said that my RoadStar looked like "puke". Thanks for the good word, buddy.

In closing, I just want to remind y'all to take time to smell the roses as you ride thru life.... but not in Tillamook. The only "roses" that will tickle you noses are previously processed through the zillions of dairy cows. Believe me.... the stink in totally sick.

Until next trip, keep the faith...

gaylord