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My father rode until he died of cancer at 84.
He was sick for a relatively short period of time but I was able to spend a lot of time with him. He wanted me to take his sports car off his hands but wouldn't think of moving his motorcycle out of his garage.
He loved to ride...having his Harley near kept that dream alive.
Tough call. If he can't ride any more, that conversation is going to be aweful.
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1996 FJ80.
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