We had some good times together. Driving 300 miles to the lake district, when the longest ride I’d ever done before was about 20 miles, holding on for dear life as fatigue and darkness set in. Touring the South-West of England, taking the ferry to the Isle of Wight and dodging red squirrels in the dark and in the rain. Taking ridiculous risks following a bike courier through rush hour London. Up hill and down dale in Wales.
I’ll miss her, she was a good bike.
At least she went out in style, a real rock and roll ending.