Even after my move to Kansas, I didn't quite have room for four bikes. Until this past weekend, I didn't even have a good way to bring the Rocket up here, so I only got to ride her about once a month while I was visiting in Georgia.
And, following a sudden fit of entrepreneurship, both riding time and cash will be in shorter supply for the near future. So, with the Rocket being the one I rode mainly on special occasions anyway, and also being the one that was financed, I have reluctantly parted with her.
However, I am more fortunate than I ever hoped to be in saying farewell to a bike that I enjoyed so much. Gracie now has a good home with one of my neighbors here, an experienced rider who has an appreciation for Triumphs. He plans to add a windscreen, floorboards, and passenger seat, but otherwise wants to keep Grace just as she is.
I will get to see her being ridden and enjoyed more often. And, she joins several other Triumphs in this isolated but surprisingly fertile outpost of British iron, in addition to my own menagerie. (There is even another black Rocket in town, though I haven't seen it myself yet.)
If one must let go of such a great ride, at least it is comforting that she will not be in the hands of some stranger who doesn't have a clue what he's got.
From Grace's days in Georgia... in the driveway at home, on the day when Callaway Gardens allowed bikes in for the first time in 50 years, and the two of us at the airport:
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