Originally Posted by Mr_Sandman
I was wanting to upgrade my ride but the last thing I considered was that somebody would want my roadster before I found a replacement. Today her new owner rode her away and I wasn't ready for this feeling of melancholy.
That day was surreal but things only got worse. The 21st of August was one of the only sunny days we had in August and the new owner, Zigfred, decided to take the roadster for a longer ride. He had ridden around town several times to get a good feel for it, having ridden airheads for years this was not his first time on a larger bike. About twenty miles south of town near “Bird Point” he was struck by a tire that had come off a fifth wheel trailer being towed by a pick-up (see news story). Without regaining consciousness it took two weeks for him to pass from this life the results of his injuries.
I didn’t go to the hospital when I heard about the accident the Saturday after. I feared that his family would somehow blame me for selling him the bike. And when word of his passing came I wasn’t going to go to his funeral until my wife reminded me that I needed closure nearly as much as his family.
Today at the service we were met by his son and what a pleasant surprise. He was a RT rider and was pleased to meet us when we told him that we had been the previous owners of the roadster. He told us about how much his dad had enjoyed motorcycling and the “new” bike, about how he was going to replace the broken forks and “GS” the bike out like his dad would have liked (wire wheels, knobby tires, high fenders, etc). The service was preceded by a slideshow and it seemed there was a motorcycle in about half the shots, mopeds when kids were small, some dirt bikes, “toaster” airheads when the kids were in their teens, and later grandkids around the bikes. This was a family that has had motorcycles in a large portion of their lives along with a handmade backwoods cabin, trap lines, snowmobiles and all sorts of other outdoor activities.
It feels good to put apprehension behind you, knowing that not only you are not held responsible for their loss but that the family will go forth joyfully having had their time with that adventurous soul.
And it also plays well to my soul. The thought of passing as a result of a massive M/C accident are somehow calmed by seeing how this family handled their loss. Maybe another motorcycle is in my future, but later. Thanks to Dick (again) for listening to me as I went through this, a complete stranger joined only by a love for adventurous living on two wheels. And thanks to you for reading this (hopefully) final catharsis.