Goodbye friend

I've come to value friends who question and test me regularly, so when one is removed from my life, it takes a while to deal with the loss.

I'd like to take this time to say goodbye to functionless pipe on un-named trail.



Every ride for as long as I remember you have asked me if I was good enough. Each winter, you transformed yourself, so that in the spring I almost didn't recognise your features. I would ride towards you tentatively, wondering if memories of our past experiences would guide me through.

You were taken away unexpectedly, leaving no chance for goodbyes. Your replacement? A smooth, faceless patch of dirt, blending into the surrounds, a mere shadow of your complex character.

Goodbye friend. I will miss you.