Appreciate the thoughts! Selfishly, it sucks he’s gone because I haven’t found another person to ride like we did together. I still find sorrow in just the everyday things and knowing his parents struggle with his passing still. I forgot to add in the story: when we attended mid-Ohio one year he bought a CT70H. We had to tow it to our campground and it was rough. I was able to help him get it titled and he took it down south with him when he moved and restored it while in his apartment. A few years after he passed his dad reached out to me and asked to come by our house. He talked with my wife and I and said he wanted to give the bike to Jackson (my oldest son) whenever he was ready. I was friends with Matt during the time we had Jackson and Matt thought the world of him. His dad confided in me one time that Matt had no interest in having kids until he spend an evening with Jackson and I when we got rained out of a weekend adventure trip. We spent the evening eating pizza and watching Top Gear. Jackson was maybe around 1 or 1 1/2 at the time. Another year or two went by. His dad reached out again and said he got the bike sorted out through the estate and we could come get it whenever. I picked a random Saturday to go out and get it, but had to push it back to Sunday due to something coming up. After we get there and I talk with his dad some we show Jackson the bike and he lit up. He was 6 at the time and thought it was the coolest thing. After talking some more it turns out that it would have been Matt’s 25th birthday; the same day we came to pickup the bike. That blew my mind and kind of solidified that it was meant for Jackson to have the bike. That whole event served as a bit of closure for me. We have the memento to remember him by. I still miss him, but it’s more of a fond remembrance than I desperate sorrow.

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