In memoriam: still miss you, Ghost Rider.

My friend Ghost Rider passed away a year ago today. I made good on my promise to him and have ridden to nearby Williamsburg several times on my motorcycles. I went down to Savannah, Georgia on Raptor and am in the early planning phases for a mid-distance trip this fall.

I still see him every time I get on board Cylon, my Yamaha FZ6. His picture is taped to the inside of my Givi top case. Sometimes I laugh with him, sometimes I sigh, sometimes I just comment on how fucking hot or cold it is and nod, like he’d grin and play along. I don’t want to tear up any more when I see him.

Ghost Rider’s family is doing a memorial ride today, but I am staying home. I already made other plans, and to be honest I don’t want to be on the road when most people will be hammered by the time I wake up. I hope there is another memorial ride in the fall.

I miss you buddy.