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.

 

636 in Blue Ridge fog

636 in Blue Ridge Fog