Captain of the Air

When I was young I loved to ride my motorcycle. One day on my last run of the day as the sun was going down. I cut between the house to the vacant lot behind the houses on Highland. The track was established in the grass/scrub, I turned when I reached the track. I was headed directly into the sun. I knew this track by heart. I accelerated toward the ramp probably 80ft. The ramp on the track was shaped with my back tire from previous preparations. The ramp was maybe 1 ft tall. By memory I hit it and I was airborne. I loved to fly! With the sun still in my eyes I looked down and saw the Crushee's LTD. I was stunded to see the hood passing beneath me. I CLEARED IT! I landed prefectly by memory. I would never have tried this on purpose. Imagine if God showed us stuff on our path. FREAK!!! He so loves me. What my enemy meant for my ill was used to make us best of friends. He ran out expecting to mock me and he congraduated me. My heart sank when I found out Charles Crushee dad was executed while involved in a drug deal while I was in college (that turned out to be his Dad that died).