After lunch today, 150 miles into a 250 mile ride, my riding buddy, Ron, informed me that since our last ride (about six weeks ago) he:
A. Finally retired, last Friday.
B. Divorced his wife of 40+ years
C. Is selling his house and moving to Brazil in a couple of weeks
D. His son is storing the bike for him and he will be back in March to see the doctor and wants to ride again then.
And that was that. I just said, "Ok, cool." and we went outside to talk to a guy about the custom paint on his Harley night-train.
Surreal, but I have then decided that rider friends are just lower maintenance than other friends and life is just the crap that happens between rides.
