Dang this is kind of depressing. If I part out the bike, I'll inevitably be left with 'most' of a motorcycle, which I'll be throwing in a dumpster.
That's gonna feel like a child throwing away his favorite stuffed animal.
Or a guy shooting his horse because it has become sick and will not heal.
Or saying good bye to a family member with a terminal condition for the last time.
This is gonna be rough. That bike was my therapist. I guess it taught me a final lesson and sacrificed itself in the process.
I know that it's just a machine, but damn. I do love that bike.
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Just batshit crazy. All his posts are endless diatribes. Some are actually entertaining but mostly batshit crazy.
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