It's heartbreaking, it's taken me a long time to accept the fact that I have to sell it. My husband sold his last bike 4 years ago, his strokes have made him incapable of riding even a trike.
We got our first bikes in 1997. A woman who worked for my husband was a rider, she talked him into taking the Motorcycle Safety Foundation beginner's class, and I wasn't going to let him do that alone. Turned out not only did I love it, I was a better rider than he was. I started out with a Honda Rebel 250, but outgrew that in 3 months. I got a Virago 750, then one year later sold that for a Virago 1100. Two years after that, with both of us retired, I got my first BMW, an R1100R, and became a BMW devotee. We went to BMW rallies all over the country. What a blast! In 2004 I got my first new bike, an R1150R, and fixed it up to be perfect. It has the touring windscreen, sidecases, engine guards, hand guards, heated grips, ABS. I had a Rick Mayer seat made just for me. My husband wired it up with a Centec fuse box so the electronics circuits could be off the switch, and added my GPS wiring and mounts, and an autocom for XM and bike to bike radio. And Motolights and hyperlights, and a Kisan Signal Minder (motorcycle turn signals don't turn off when you turn because you don't turn, you lean). I got the Helen's bags so I could strap on everything I'd need for a one month trip.
That's in Utah, the bike on the left was my husband's. We matched. We visited Bryce and Zion while at a rally, on our way to Oregon and Washington. A perfect trip for starting out at home in Virginia. We rode through every state in the lower 48, in every weather imaginable. Even some snow in West Virginia one time. I have a Gerbings heated jacket and gloves, and a water vest for hot weather. I have met some amazing people out there, there is nothing like a bike to start a conversation. And oh how I will miss the sensation of leaning into a curve!
The last time I rode was over 3 years ago, right before I found out about my neck problems that required two surgeries. Riding can be dangerous, even fully geared up, I can't afford to be injured anymore. I have to be healthy to take care of my failing husband, who can no longer change the oil or change the tires, or do all the things he used to do on the bikes.
It's a sad day, but my friend (who is 10 years older than I am) is getting a great bike. It will be his third in his garage, but it will have a good home and get some good use. And he'll love it. I guess I'll see it riding by on occasion.