Say goodbye when you should.
I sold my Tracer 900 today. Bought it in 2015 when everyone kept getting fed up of my bike being broken.
After several years and adventures, I stopped using it 2 years ago when I got my speed triple, but it sat languishing in the back of the garage, doing nothing but taking up space.
Flogged it yesterday to a guy who’s going to export it to Albania. Should’ve done it 2 years ago.
Every single part on that bike was rusted, scuffed or broken. It’s a weird feeling, I never really gelled or fell in love with the bike, but made a lot of memories on it. Didn’t feel sad to let it go like I usually do.
