I didn't get to play on Burnsie much in the later months due to always carting around passengers, but when I was able to ride all the time he never failed to cheer me up.
My favorite memory was riding over a bridge on a misty morning when a pelican flew up alongside me. Halfway across the bridge we raced together and then he veered up and over the water. The whole incident was like spiritual adrenaline and I was charged up for the rest of the week at least.
What an awesome memory that was; face tingling from the mist and rain and racing a pelican over the bay. I hope he goes on to be appreciated and loved.
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