submax
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Took a last ride with my stepdad (Kevin) yesterday. He passed away last October. He and I used to ride together back in the 80s when I was a teenager on my first bike. He was cremated after he died and I've been helping my mom scatter his ashes at various locations he used to like to go. I kept a small amount of his ashes so he and I could take one last ride together. It was a beautiful fall day yesterday. Fired up the Buell and put Kevin's ashes in my backpack. Kevin never got to see it in action, but we talked about it and he was both a sportbike and a Harley guy...so he loved the Buell. Went on one of my go-to back roads, nice and twisty through some beautiful countryside. After a while we came to a small bridge over a local creek. The spot seemed like the right place. Took a walk out onto the bridge and said goodbye as I watched is ashes fall into the creek. He would have liked that. And, I'll think of him every time I ride that route.