Last night I bid adieu to my trusty 2003 636. It hadn’t seen all that much use lately, and though I loved it I knew it would be best to give it a home where it would be enjoyed more often.
We saw the gap together; rode all over the east coast; enjoyed track days; and she carried me thru much of the decade. 15 hours of rain and a road full of toads on the way to Maine, breakfast in bed at the Biltmore mansion, knee down at NJMP, she was there through it all.
I will miss her.