I’m a member of a motorcycle forum for Goldwing owners: www.GL1800Riders.com. It’s a great site to learn about Goldwings and I’ve learned a lot in a short time.
It’s a great place to learn about riding, where to ride, but especially, about working on your bike. I’m learning to “wrench”, as it’s called, and this winter, I’m going to tackle a bunch of projects. I already change the oil, and I’ve added a trailer hitch and wired the bike to accomodate it. But I’m feeling confident enough to change out the brake pads, change the coolant, change the clutch & brake fluids, adjust the valves, and next year (when it’s needed), change and balance the tires.
But frequently on the forum, you’ll find heated discussions (nahhh… they’re arguments) over trivial things like the type of oil and fluids to use and the kind of tires to put on the bike (even car tires). People will insult each other over these things.
This morning, there was a post by a member who said he was tired of all the “flaming” (insulting) that was going on. “If you can’t say something nice aboout someone”, he (and my mom) said, “don’t say anything at all.”
The thing is, behind a computer you have anonymity. You can flame away and then hide. That’s why email is a double-edged sword and something you should never use to settle a dispute.
I replied to the post this way…
Not to bring God into the conversation, but this is exactly what the Bible said would happen in the last days:
“There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God…” (2 Timothy 3:1-5, NIV)
I’m happy to be a part of this board. It forms a bond with other riders. It makes me laugh. I learn some cool things about riding. I learn a ton about my bike. And I grow in my ability to wrench. I love it here.
I take all the infighting with a grain of salt. After all, it’s just like when I walk out the door… I can say I’m never going out again because of all the ugliness, or I can go and make a difference.