The pleasure of riding. Kicking about on the freeway or dipping through the twisties. It's all good, until it's bad, in the ultimate instance...
... That occurred at 3:15 yesterday, we lost the Good Friar. John Bedard. Oh how the heart aches. Tonight I'll offer a toast of Crown Royal: John's Crown Royal he left with me just 16 short days ago. FRIAR!
No matter how loud I scream I'll never see John again. To John's family, to his girlfriend JoAnn, to all that loved him, my deepest sympathies.
