And on the seventh day he rested. The Lord spent the day with his feet up, belly full of pizza, alternating between catching the game and snoring himself awake. Arising on the 8th day, the Lord felt well-rested. Cracking his knuckles in a bridge then smoothing his beard, so sayeth the Lord, “Man, I think I’m gonna do som’m awesome, today. I’ve got to make good on that whole platypus thing.”
On the 8th day, the Lord created the motorcycle. And it was good.
All across the land from the 8th day to this day, the Sunday Ride evangelists went forth to spread the good word to the people.
And the evangelists say, “Hear me, dear friends. This is the motorcycle, the bringer of joy. Between these two wheels lies the Kingdom of Heaven and it can be yours. Hold tight to these bars and open your heart to the wind. Fly on the wings of angels.”
Spread the good word, my friends. Sow the seeds of happiness to those who have yet to discover this divine love in their hearts.