Today,my slingshot Died as the insurance man came around to inspect the damage from when i had an accident back in feb.
it satarted raining as i peeled back the cover and she looked so peacefull…but with water half up to her headlights…she looked like she had been crying…:crying:
i feel so gutted right now as i searched high and low for all the original parts for her,over the past 3 years…replaced 700 pounds worth of internals…and had her back too her former glory,parading her about like she was a newborn baby…
they want to take her away from me but i want to fight to keep her here…and will pay any amount of money to have her stay home…
god bless my beutifull girl…my dream has been taken away from me…
rest in peace…
please can i have one min silence for my little girl…at 12pm…
We go through a lot together - us and our bikes - we experience very strong emotions while riding - from excitement to cold fear - some of us have even cheated death on them - others have not been so lucky - R.I.P.
Often it feel like it’s just us an our bikes against the world. Perhaps - after many thousands of miles - the bike takes on a part of our soul - so when the old warhorse finally goes up to the racetrack in the sky - part of us goes with it.
R.I.P. Slingshot (or perhaps there will be a reprieve?).