My Sweet Cherry--RIP

To my sweet carbon Cherry. You did nothing to deserve this fate. I promise I only put you on the roof of my car to protect you from the crazy drivers on I-15. I cherish all of the time we spent together. Before you came along, I had only dreamed cycling could be this fun. We spent the hours together climbing Cabrillo, sprinting out those other guys on the SDBC ride, and just enjoying God's creation.

I cleaned you every week to show off your brilliance. When you got nicked, I repainted your skin. When you felt sick, I nursed you back to health with new parts.

You took me from Cat 5 to Cat 4. You always stayed upright, and you never asked for anything in return.

I will never forget you.

I will always regret my stupid mistake and lapse of judgement. I am so sorry it is my fault you lost your life. The carport was the assasin, but I was the one to put you in arms way.

RIP my old companion. You were a great friend.

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