In the chilly embrace of winter, with the sun putting up a futile fight against the snow, our trek across Bozeman Pass in “Buttons,” our faithful van, veered off-script dramatically. The snow, pretending to retreat, pulled a fast one, turning into treacherous black ice, queuing up an impromptu survival challenge.
Then, out of the blue, a driver from Billings, clearly practicing for the Indy 500 at 70 mph, rear-ended us. The jolt was like a slap from Mother Nature herself, throwing us back into our seats as if to say, “Wake up, buttercup!” Despite the sudden chaos, we emerged without a scratch, a nod to Buttons’s tank-like resilience.
In that heart-stopping moment, Buttons went from being just our ride to our knight in shining armor, absorbing the shock with a grace that contradicted the peaceful snowscape. It was a tough curtain call on what had been a smooth sail, marking Buttons’s last heroic deed with a quiet, noble farewell.
That unexpected twist on Bozeman Pass served as a stark reminder that the road, much like life, throws curveballs when least expected. As we said our goodbyes to Buttons, its spirit lingers, schooling us in the art of bouncing back. Hats off to Buttons, whose final escapade taught us a lesson in safeguarding and grit.
Boneshakerbike 
Your Thoughts