#5: Heaven's Riders

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Four Bikers were following him. Old Farts. Must have been forty or older. They waved at him as they drew near. He felt a comfort. For some reason he rode with them. Pretty soon they came upon another rider, and another. The two waved also and joined the group. Seven riders on seven motorcycles were roaring across the...the...what WERE they riding across anyway?

At any rate they soon came upon yet another rider. They had to slow down for him. He was riding a small Honda 90. Luckily there was a small cafe near at hand so they didn’t have to go far. Paradise Cafe it was called. Odd that there was no other traffic on the road.

It just seemed the natural thing to pull into the parking lot. They all introduced themselves to each other as they filed into the building. They ordered coffee.

And pie.

Dale didn’t drink coffee much but Trish did so and he was learning. Everyone sat around a large table and were soon chatting and gossiping like they’d known each other for years.

“Odd name…”Heaven’s Riders”..... said Willy after a while. “How’d y'all come up with that?”

“Well it’s like this son” said one of the old men , he had a beard and looked much like ‘gentle ben’. The man, not the bear….or maybe he did look like the bear...no matter...he said. “We are all Men of God . I’m a Catholic Priest, George there is Methodist Minister, Ori over there is Jewish Rabbi and Dan is a Lutheran Pastor.”

“We work for heaven don’t you see and we ride...hence the name.” He said.

‘Makes sense” said Tom, helping himself to another piece of pie. It was coconut cream pie and it was...ahem….heavenly.

“So what are ya’ll doing in these parts” Dale politely asked the Rabbi. A jew huh? He’d heard of jews. Never seen one before. This jew looked just like a normal person.

“Well to tell you the truth Dale we’ve been looking for you, for all of you. You all are hard riders and very difficult to catch up to.” answered the Rabbi. He wasn’t letting the pie go to waste either.

“Huh?” said Dale…” I’m not a hard rider…. not lately… I mean yeah on occasion I get a little rabbity but for the last little bit I’m just been rolling along behind my girls family car. I doubt if we were going sixty. I kinda lost track of them though.”

“When’s the last time you saw them.” asked the Lutheran, a sad, sad look in his eye.

“Oh it was back up the road a ways…” said Dale “I went thru a patch of weather and lost sight of them. Semi almost got me come to think.”

“Dale...be calm now...that semi DID get you.” said the methodist..not one to mess around.

...........To be Continued.............
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