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Shelly was excited about the big red bike. She promised to give it a good home.
It was sad so see my old friend go.
It is not the end of my motorcycling, but I'm left with a hole in my garage and a fog hangs about the future. What's next?
One of my goals is to get something that is an every day ride. Something I won't hesitate heading to work on even if the weather is a bit damp.
Last winter I didn't tear the bike down and found I rode it quite a bit over the winter. That said, a big carbureted cruiser is not the best all weather machine.
Alas, I shall not speak ill of the so recently sold.
That bike did everything I asked of it. I sorted through a lot of emotions behind those bars.
It was time for something new however, Time to move on. I mistrust nostalgia and am skeptical of sentiment. I could have tottered away until my beard ran long and gray with that bike, but that's not me.
I now have my wandering eye on some younger Italians with fuel injection and anti-lock brakes.
There are new things in the world. Always new places to go.
Adios El Burro,
