Its weird, the last time you touch, see and ride something before passing it on to some very deserving person. Yes, there comes a time in every mans life when he has to part with a machine he has on many occasions cursed and been grateful for, all in the same breath. Now i know this sounds awefully materialistic, but you ask anyone who has owned a bike before, it jus
t becomes an extension of who you are (for the time you have it, that is)
One and a half years of time and effort invested into her wellbeing, countless funds used in feeding, cleaning, securing and maintaining her, only to move into that place where your heart fears to tread. Who owned who i ask myself now................. Who?
t becomes an extension of who you are (for the time you have it, that is)
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