I loved to go to work for the simple fact that I would be riding there, even if it was only 2.5 miles. And as it was parked inside the building, I'd get to walk passed it every couple of hours and smile, knowing that in a few hours I'd get to hop back on and go home.
I loved that, when at home, I could hop on at any given time during the day or night, and go for a ride.
I loved that my niece, who at a year old, would say my name whenever she would see another motorcycle.
I loved that, even though it didn't look near as pretty as anyone else's, it was still mine.
I love the fact, that without it, I'd never have found this wonderful place. Or met any of the local people who frequent here, either.
I love knowing that I'll be back in the saddle soon and able to ride with many more of you in the future.
I love my wife, who is worried about me riding again, but still supports me getting back on because she knows how happy it will make me.
I could go on and on, but I think this probably says enough. There is just so much that old motorcycle did for me, besides getting me to where I wanted to go. There's just not enough I can write to express it.
Brad tt
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