You were my faithful companion in all of my motorcycling adventures.
You were always your cheerful limey green self even in the grayest of times.
You were patient with my infidelity when I went through that black helmet phase--forgive me, I was young and ignorant then.
And in the end, you gave your life to save mine.
Goodbye my little watermelon! May you float forever in the autumn breeze, nestled on a divine coif shampooed with rose essence and perfumed with the scent of victory!