Russell Remembrance

They say as we get older, time seems to slip past faster and faster.  That seems evidenced quite plainly as I sit here, thinking about you.  How can it be 12 years already.

Seriously...12 years?

It doesn't square in the mind...

This year's remembrance goes back to '03 or so.  I don't recall the exact year so much as the circumstances.  I'd semi-recently picked up my Fatboy and that was '02, so I'm thinking '03 is a safe guesstimate.

At any rate, your bike had been down for a while.  I forget the specifics, but suffice to say it'd been a while since you'd enjoyed some wind therapy.

You'd planned one of your weekend sojourns down here, arriving sometime during the day on Friday.  I was going to be at work, so it only made sense for me to take 4 wheels to work that day so you could take the bike out for some fun.

When I got home that evening, you were in a grand mood!  You talked about where you'd ridden, how great it was to be astride a bike again; the leaning, the turning, the thrill...you had a HUGE grin on your face!  You were truly happy, and it was so awesome to see.

It wasn't until some time later you commented you'd had it up well over 100...

Uhh...say what?...you seemed to have left that part out of your initial retellings.

Haha, we had a good laugh about that!  :-D

Man, it was so awesome to see you in such a good mood.  It goes without saying that I wish you were headed down again for one of your stays-of-unknown-length.  I think everyone down here would love to see you again.

We miss the hell out of you, Brother.

Victrola!