We're taught real men don't cry...
(except from when we forget to make backups.)
...still my heart is heavy and I am hurting. 
Tomorrow I am taking my ZXR out for, what will most likely be, our last ride together.
Call me sentimental - at least I hope someone here might be able to relate - but passing my first motorcycle on seems incredibly hard right now.
We've done 13,500 kms together, gone over the next hill and the one beyond that as well, been on adventures, had fun times and scary times and done silly things too.
If I had the space and the money I would keep it indefinitely. Alas, I could not possibly justify more than two bikes at this point in time.
She is in bloody good nick and running better now than she has probably ever done before. I just hope who ever buys her will look well after her...
There's no way I can imagine having to handle a private sale - so I am having Street & Sport sell it for me on behalf. I'm almost hoping it won't sell so I'd get it back after a couple of months 
So that's it - final curtain for the red ZXR that I have enjoyed so much. I just hope that the new bike which I am picking up tomorrow will help me get over it.
...whisky helps as well.
It is preferential to refrain from the utilisation of grandiose verbiage in the circumstance that your intellectualisation can be expressed using comparatively simplistic lexicological entities. (...such as the word fuck.)
Remember your humanity, and forget the rest. - Joseph Rotblat
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