I said goodbye to my 2003 BMW K1200GT this afternoon, having sold it to my brother-in-law, Raph Bayless.
He texted me later to say he hit 120 mph on I-74 on the way back to his Brownsburg home. It was a considerable step up from his BMW R1100 and I'm happy the bike I've ridden since early 2003 has gone to a good home.
I decided to part with the bike because, at 75, my balance is iffy - possibly due to the diabetes and blood pressure meds I'm on - and I've ridden very little since we got back from Arkansas more than 3 years ago. That's a consequence of finances that forced me to forgo long trips and the effects of the Covid pandemic that deprived me and most other motorcyclists of places to go. As a result, I'm way out of practice and my confidence is severely impaired.
Besides, I dread the prospect of a broken hip - the slippery slope that put my dad into a nursing home, where he died. Fuck that.
