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My father passed away a few years ago at the age of 84. He rode everyday until cancer demanded he couldn't. He rode with other oldsters on pretty significant rides, 5 Peaks in Five Days in Colorado, etc.
He died quickly, less than four months from diagnosis to death.
He asked me, in his last month, to start making arrangements for getting those things he wanted for others to have to them.
"What about the Harley?", I asked.
"That stays with me." The look he gave me was emphatic.
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1996 FJ80.
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