She was born in 1982 in Japan.
She's came into my life in 1983, and she's been with me through thick and thin.
She was with me when I died, and was waiting for me when I came home from the hospital.
She never complained when carrying me and my other Women.
She stuck with me through a wedding, and a divorce.
She carried me to the hospital when my son was born.
She's been with me for 26 of her 27 years.
I can't beleive she's terminal, and will be leaving me soon.
I love her, and always will.
I wish she could tell me how she feels about me, but she's a motorcycle so how can she?
Is that a tear on your headlight?
