With a bike.
He was my first carbon race mountain bike. He was fast, he rarely broke down and he took a beating when I went past my limits. His scars are harder to cover up than mine.
One of us evolved and started to need new things and the other couldn’t keep up. I don’t blame him… he was born with only a certain amount of flexibility.
I really hope that he loves his new home. That the new lady learns to race on you, like I did… I’ll always have fond memories of you! ❤