I don't like to talk about it much, but I lost a very old(relatively) friend of mine a little while before I left this summer, 2AM in a curve he met a deer doing about 45mph. Came off the bike directly into a waiting tree trunk. Not saying it was his of the bike's fault, but him being a relatively fresh rider on a Ninja 500R wasn't a good combination to begin with.
I'm not a praying man myself, but I give you my and the boys my best wishes and hope for a speedy recovery, and an even quicker epiphany or two.
This is my trike. There are many like it but this one is mine. My trike is my best friend, and it is my life. I must master it as I must master myself. My trike without me is useless. Without my trike, I am useless. I must ride my trike true. My trike and I know that what counts is not the amount of miles we ride, but the time we ride together. My trike is human in it's own ways, therefore I will learn it as my brother. I will learn it's weaknesses, it's strengths, it's parts, and it's soul.