Bill, I wish we could have gone out for a least one last ride together. No matter how sick you truly got you never stopped loving your bikes and riding. Your body wasn't up for it but your mind and mouth never stopped showing your love for it. I know you enjoyed both to the end. Even though you never got the joy of riding the blue Shovel I know you at least got the joy of owning it. Bill, you were a true friend and will always be in my heart. I will never forget you brother. I'm not one to use the word brother lightly.