I too lost a friend and a bike. It was a new bike and Butch and I were still twinking the carb after a rebuild. He rode me down to take my driving test since he was licenced. Butch and I were tight, you know the deal! I came out to the sound of sirens and found 2 blocks away my friend dead. Some old man had pulled out in front of him in a Buick. That was the summer of 1971. Some things never change. Life is what you make of it. I have seen Butch many a times as I ride and will continue to do so. I always ride with my WINGMAN BUTCH. Ride like you mean it, but always watch for fate as it rides with you. Be safe and enjoy life.
Michaelbluewolf
Michaelbluewolf
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