June 27, 2012: Goodbye old friend. You've been my companion for fifteen years and 122,553km, back and forth across the country, up and down the eastern seaboard a dozen times.
I dipped your wheels in the ocean at St John's and in Prince Rupert, and in Long Island Sound.
You are as surefooted as a mountain goat, you never left me stranded, never failed to start, never broke down.
Kyle, please take care of the bike, and yourself. I know you'll enjoy it.