Today I said goodbye to a dear friend. She was my first. My true love. We had so many good times together that I could barely stand to let her go. Content with what I gave her, she never demanded much time or many gifts and was always ready for adventure. From zero degrees to 95, we hit the town, went to work together, or headed off on double dates with other couples. Sometimes we loaded up with groceries for the week and sometimes just enjoyed the wind in our hair.
37 on a flat and 41 on a downhill was the best she could give, but we could outrun the best of them on a really curvy grade. She never threw a shoe in those five years and I learned so much from her.
Tears were shed. Fare thee well, Little Red Ruckus.
My brick alley, by the way, is about 17.2 times better than the rock streets of Paraguay.