dcarver
Well-known member
So, Christmas 2013, and my post count creeps up to the magical 11,031 mark that was Tim's last post.
It reminds me of what I already know-
There is always a 'last time'.
And as we age, our personal 'last times' draw nigh, the fences draw tighter, our world grows smaller.
Last times are random, without pattern, mostly unknown.
Some are chronic, eroding slowly over time.
Some are acute, that precise moment in time when all changes.
The last time to see your son before being killed, heroically, in war. Axeman.
The last time you see the love of your life walk away. OrangevaleFJR.
The last time you can ride your motobike. Uncle Dutch.
The last time your mind processes a cognitive thought. My Mom.
The last time your heart beats and the last time you take a breath.
I never thought the last time I would ride with Tim would be at NAFO, in Golden, CO.
I barely thought to say 'have a great ride to Alaska, Tim'.
The last time.
The last time is why we (I) need to seize every precious moment of life and squeeze the living **** out of it for maximum enjoyment, appreciation, and love of life and then share it as much as possible.
So then, why all this mushy **** about a guy named Tim?
Well, he was just a nice guy.
Unassuming.
Generous.
A good human.
I like good humans.
Strive to be a good human.
Timster, hope the rides in Heaven are great bud!
..have you given Andrew (OrangevaleFJR) a good old-fashioned JimmieKick yet?
11,031.
We all have our 'Last Times'.
Maximize your 'Now Times' while you can - Your 'Last Time' draws nigh.
..you just don't know it.
RIP Tim Bates.
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Hugs n' Kisses
Now then, I'm riding to work tomorrow, and I'm taking the long way in, which means it will be a 2 hour ride filled with curves, high and low speed corners, and deer infested tree lines. That's the way I decide to live and ride.
How about you?
It reminds me of what I already know-
There is always a 'last time'.
And as we age, our personal 'last times' draw nigh, the fences draw tighter, our world grows smaller.
Last times are random, without pattern, mostly unknown.
Some are chronic, eroding slowly over time.
Some are acute, that precise moment in time when all changes.
The last time to see your son before being killed, heroically, in war. Axeman.
The last time you see the love of your life walk away. OrangevaleFJR.
The last time you can ride your motobike. Uncle Dutch.
The last time your mind processes a cognitive thought. My Mom.
The last time your heart beats and the last time you take a breath.
I never thought the last time I would ride with Tim would be at NAFO, in Golden, CO.
I barely thought to say 'have a great ride to Alaska, Tim'.
The last time.
The last time is why we (I) need to seize every precious moment of life and squeeze the living **** out of it for maximum enjoyment, appreciation, and love of life and then share it as much as possible.
So then, why all this mushy **** about a guy named Tim?
Well, he was just a nice guy.
Unassuming.
Generous.
A good human.
I like good humans.
Strive to be a good human.
Timster, hope the rides in Heaven are great bud!
..have you given Andrew (OrangevaleFJR) a good old-fashioned JimmieKick yet?
11,031.
We all have our 'Last Times'.
Maximize your 'Now Times' while you can - Your 'Last Time' draws nigh.
..you just don't know it.
RIP Tim Bates.
https://www.fjrforum.com/forum//public/style_emoticons/default/****.gif
Hugs n' Kisses
Now then, I'm riding to work tomorrow, and I'm taking the long way in, which means it will be a 2 hour ride filled with curves, high and low speed corners, and deer infested tree lines. That's the way I decide to live and ride.
How about you?
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