It has been a long ride. I have had some great posts here and fun times have been spread to many. But recently I just have been posting images. I feel I need to move on.
Is this the real life?
Freddie Mercury
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy (Poor boy)
I need no sympathy
Because I’m easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
Doesn’t really matter to me, to me …
Bohemian Rhapsody lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Maybe someday I will feel the need to write again. I need to get on on the bike more and let go of this obsession to keep something going just because it has a long history. I mean I suspect no one will even read this.
… Didn’t mean to make you cry
Freddie Mercury
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body’s aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody
I’ve got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Bohemian Rhapsody lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Mo & Bill 
someone read it. Good Karma to you on the path to new adventures
Thanks. The blog will remain in the free arena https://boneshakerbike.wordpress.com and maybe one day I’ll find the time to contribute once again. Never know. Otherwise, I want to continue to contribute photos … http://about.me/bill.martin will have all my outlets. Good Karma to you and everyone out there.
I’m going to miss your blog, Bill. But I agree about re-thinking the act of keeping something going just because we have been doing it for so long. Lately I’ve been giving this more thought as well. I hope we’ll continue to keep in touch, and I hope our paths cross in real life soon. 🙂
You know I will 🙂
Always loved the pictures as fellow Montanan now living in Nebraska, brother was born in Livingston actually. Sad to see it go but can understand the need to move on.
Awwww … everyone’s making me feel bad. I really do appreciate those who valued what I spewed over the years.