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            It happens to all of us sooner or later. Your time will come as well. I remember standing on the sidewalk in front of the house watching a friend drive off on my last bike…as its new owner. He drove up the sidewalk and onto the road, taking a piece of my heart as he piloted the sleek black Ninja 750R away from me and into the sunset. I watched until he was out of sight and I could no longer hear the turbo-like drone, the heartbeat, of the vertical four. For a long time I stood motionless, holding the check from the sale of my geisha, as