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
I can’t help but feel your 636 is equivalent to my 1098 in so many ways.
A lot of living happens with a motorcycle. You attach it to memories of those places and people that touch your world.
Totally understandable to feel a little sad when you say goodbye. But, just know that Poppa Wheelie will be happily giving it new life.
Aw, that’s sad. But at least you have lots of good memories. That’s a very cool picture!
The way that your hands are reminds me of 16 Candles…
“Fred, she’s gotten her boobies. And they are so perky! ::honk:honk::”