Parable 90 - Parables of Steel by Robert Dean Steel

   A biker pulled up to the restaurant and he was covered from head to toe with leather.  When he removed his helmet all saw he had long hair and a beard.  He got off the bike and removed his sunglasses and walked towards the door.  He had a slow and confident walk.  He entered the restaurant door and he filled it because he was a giant of a man.  As he walked through the restaurant the staff and patrons stared at him uneasily.  He walked through the building to an outdoor patio where he sat down.  Soon other motorcyclist's dress and looking like him arrived.  They too walked through the restaurant and sat down in the outdoor patio.  Before long a dozen of them had arrived.  The staff and patrons felt very uncomfortable.  A young waiter came out and took their drink orders.  To his surprise they either ordered coffee or a soft drink.  The bikers continue to to talk and the young man brought them their beverages.  They ordered lunch and their laughter could be heard through out the restaurant.  Soon everyone around was at ease.  The bikers laughed, told jokes and enjoyed their lunch.  Then they all got up, put their sunglasses and gear on and all walked to the counter to pay.  The young waiter boldly asked them if they belong to a motorcycle club to which one replied, "Yes."  "May I ask which one?"  asked the young man.  "Sure the Christian Biker's Association."  The young man looked relieved.  The biker smiled and winked.  He then said, "You can never judge a book by its cover."  They then got on their bikes and drove off down the highway.