I Want to Ride It Where I Like

I am really not a very materialistic person. I've only really had object lust a couple of times in my life, although I'm sure my parents can think of a few more. For the most part, I'm pretty happy with what I've got.

Of course, there was the new computer I craved at Christmas 1998. I'm sure I was beyond unbearable at that particular holiday. (Sorry mom, dad.)

Then there was the new trumpet that I chased in summer 2003. In fairness, it did help me win a $2500 scholarship, so I finished "up" on that transaction. Other than that, I haven't really had that super-duper desire.

Until now.

This is the Cannondale Synapse Sport. I thought it would be a little creepy if I wrote an ode or poem to this glorious bicycle, so I resisted the significant temptation to do so.

It would literally replace my car (and gas usage) for six months of the year. And it's beautiful.

But here's what makes this craving different. It's the first significant object I've really, really wanted since becoming a fully-functioning adult. And so, I've got to earn it myself. I eat tuna-on-toast every day for lunch. Thoughts of this bicycle make the sandwich palatable - almost delicious.

I've given Starbucks the kibosh in favor of this bicycle. I've cut out eating out. I keep my house heated to 58 degrees, and I'm through with conditioner. I'm thinking about having a yard sale. I will walk your dogs, mow your lawn, clean your house, make you dinner, and I'll be happy about it because I'll be thinking about this bike. Just let me know when and where.

Then I wonder, what if all Christians followed God with this kind of devotion and abandon? After all, it's just a bicycle.