Rossco,
This is probably the 5th time I've sat at the keyboard intending to post, and this time, I'll not click away. I can't just not comment.
I've never met you but I guess I sort of know you. You were a big, active part of my early days here at NSMB, back when the board was more fun and filled with interesting characters. Interesting character you have always been. I recall reading the stories pertaining to each of the bikes in your signature. I recall all the surpisingly young girls you seemed to be telling us about - we'd admonish you, but I'm sure we all were green with envy.
NSMB has evolved now, it's not quite the same; it seems more a community of whiners that happen to bike, rather than a community of bikers that ramble on about whatever an occasionally disagree. You were part of the good times.
You've always had cool toys and something interesting to say about them. A little drama, but nothing jumps to mind that was over the top.
I don't know you, and yet I feel I do.
I'm sorry you're going through this; I recall the Trinity years and how that tragedy unfolded here. That was tough to watch, and this too is tough. But - we're just spectators; I can't imagine being in your shoes. I admire your strength and attitude, although I'm sure you must have periods of rage, fear, depression.
Stand tall, Rossco. I know there's nothing I (or we) can really do, but know that we're with you.
- Steve