Article December 9, 1972 Issue

Motorcycling with God

M. ETHEL HEFFERNAN

On a recent 4,300 mile tour, my husband and I found motorcycling through the Swiss Alps with their hairpin turns and dizzy heights a stirring experience. No more so, though, than traveling on the German autobahn, where there are no speed restrictions; or through Ireland's Vale of Tralee, where the bleating of sheep breaks through the early morning mist; or driving on the left of the center line in the British Isles!

An unusual topic for a religious magazine? Perhaps. But this is the point: when you're on a motorcycle, it's to your advantage to know you are on God's side. And you don't have to be on an extensive European tour to feel that God is with you. You can be on your way to school or to your girl's house. Or just into the desert for a ride. Here's how we motorcycle with God in our family.

A motorcyclist needs to know that he is not a frail mortal, separate from God, riding a shining machine, subject to chance and accident, confusion, and ephemeral excitement. Fortunately, man is much more than this.

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