Heavy Heart
Posted on 02 September 2009
A buddy, and fellow motorcyclist, passed away today at a spot I know very well. I ride it virtually everyday I go to work. In some ways, it scares me. I guess it should. As a rider, I know every time I get on the bike, there’s a chance that things don’t go well. However, that chance exists in a car, or walking across the street, heck, even sitting at work things can go terribly wrong. Things do go wrong. I guess that’s why we wear our gear, our seat belts, buy cars with air bags… to reduce the chances, but we never eliminate them. We each have a number of days allotted to us; use them wisely.
Wicke, I’ll miss ya buddy. Shiny side up.
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