Story of the Rescue by Janice Toepfer, owner of the bike used for "crow spirit"
She said it was love at first sight. Well, she is a kind soul and looks past the obvious.I was derelict and unable to get myself off the side of a barn in an apple orchard I had been living in for quite some time.The woman I had been living with just couldn’t get me going and wanted a divorce. “I will find you a good woman who will love, inspire and care for you,” she reassured. I sat silent for months waiting for “that woman” to rescue me.Early one cold January morning many years ago, a truck pulled onto the dirt road and backed up next to the barn. The cold keeps people in their beds longer in the winter, so in the quiet and solitude, she got out of her truck and started to hunt for me.
She said it was love at first sight. Well, she is a kind soul and looks past the obvious.I was derelict and unable to get myself off the side of a barn in an apple orchard I had been living in for quite some time.The woman I had been living with just couldn’t get me going and wanted a divorce. “I will find you a good woman who will love, inspire and care for you,” she reassured. I sat silent for months waiting for “that woman” to rescue me.Early one cold January morning many years ago, a truck pulled onto the dirt road and backed up next to the barn. The cold keeps people in their beds longer in the winter, so in the quiet and solitude, she got out of her truck and started to hunt for me.
She looked weary from driving all night through snow, rain and hail. In jeans and a black leather jacket, she quietly searched the barn. The dog, Flea, gave her away. Flea is a nasty little thing always pissing on me. Alerted, the woman came out in her bathrobe and asked her inside. I had been moved up beside the house, silent and shabby and waiting. She came up the walk and smiled and ran her hand across my back as she passed and went inside. The woman told the story of my demise and the divorce and all the other sordid details. She listened, then quietly laid out hundred dollar bills on a table and shook the woman’s hand. I had been rescued.
My life changed dramatically that morning. I now live in California away from the cold. She had the best in their field give me back my youth and vigor. I wear leathers made in England embedded with silver conches from New Mexico. People comment that I am positively dashing. I turn heads and stop traffic. Everyone wants to talk about me and I am now rather famous.My portrait was painted at Flying Pigment Studios and can be seen on that web site. I have been in parades, worshipped in Laughlin Nevada, vacationed in Monterey and Yosemite and lovingly cared for since that cold January morning. I am now proud to represent my Milwaukee birthplace. At fifty-nine-years-old, life is somewhat bittersweet as she ages gracefully, yet I remain timeless. “You will always have a good woman who will love, inspire and care for you,” she reassures. I trust she will.
By: Janice Toepfer
http://www.divinecaroline.com/article/22072/54595-rescue?CMP=ILC-MoreFromWdgt
