The sad day has finally come. Tonight I had to say good bye to a dear friend. My beloved and trustworthy friend and traveling companion. She was my second bike and for 4 years we travel near and far. Though ever climate from the desert to the snow, from scenica pacific ocean to the highest peaks of the Sierras.

Riding changed my life, in a time where I was "lost" I was able to find myself. All I needed was my bike and the open road. Many a miles were logged on solo journies to distance roads. But also a great many friends were made and many more miles were traveled in the company of friends. Those adventures were journies of epic porportion that will be remembered always. Good times.

The time has come to put my helmet away, to focus on matters financial to make right the descisions of my past. For this reason I sold my dear friend. It might very well be a couple years before I find another companion. But never will the memories of my F4i be replaced. Honors on the walls of my living room, I will always be reminded that on our travels through life. It's not only the destination we should focus on, but equally the roads that get us there should be cherrished. That we make the most of each day and take the time to open our eyes and view the beauties in the world around us. The most scenic places in our state arn't marked by a blue "Vista Point" sign, but rather on the roads less traveled. I have travelled those roads and in the words of Robert Frost, that has made all the difference.