Then I thought better of that plan. My wife and I are expecting a baby in a few days, and it occurred to me that Stacy wouldn’t appreciate it if I got injured in a street fight at a time when she especially needs my help. I decided I would look for an opportunity to speak the truth in love.
A few minutes later I saw a guy heading to the parking lot with a helmet in his hand. I quickly jumped off the treadmill and followed after him. He was just starting the motorcycle and putting his helmet on, but I waved to him and said hello. He flipped up the visor on his helmet and returned the greeting. I told him I had been admiring his bike and asked him a couple of questions about it. He spoke about it with pride, and also pointed out some scrapes on the side from a recent fall.
Then I asked if the playboy sticker was his. He said no. It was on the bike when he bought it. In fact, it’s how the bike is designed – a playboy Honda (as opposed to the Redbull or, I assume, various other themes).
“Things like that catch my attention,” I said, “because I realize how degrading that industry is to women.”
He said that he isn’t against it, but that he doesn’t buy it either. Basically, he’s indifferent. He just liked the color scheme of this bike.
“Well, if you had put that logo on there,” I told him, “I was planning on giving you a hard time about it.”
“I’m serious,” I said. “People don’t realize how devastating this is to women and girls. People think that the girls want to be doing this, but in so many cases they have been manipulated into the industry and are actually in bondage.”
He mentioned that he will be needing a new frame, since this one is all scraped up, and he will probably go with the Redbull design.
I’m not sure if that short conversation will have much of an impact this young man’s life. Maybe I’ll be able to speak to him more in the future. But that interaction spurs me on to want to speak boldly, especially in the face of bold sins.