Last couple of days have been stressful at work so I took off early yesterday. I am normally go, go ,go, but I had no idea what to do. I made a couple stops then went home. I was mentally and physically tired, but I had to do something. I went out the the garage and looked at the covers off the bike. I turned on the light. Pulled up a chair. Got out the polish and some towels. and started thinking. I could feel every gash, ding, and scratch as my fingers worked in the polish. At first I was annoyed at how beat up it was. I was using Meguiars Aluminum Polish. It is the US version of Autosol. You work it in and it turns black as it removes the impurities. Then you wipe it off, polish, and start again and again and again and again. The more you polish aluminum the more it shines. It is a perfectionist's nightmare. As I was polishing I look over and there is the transmission cover with Mike's name looking up at me. So as my fingers glide over those dents and dings I think, Mike you beat the crap out of these covers, and start imagining how he rode this bike. He was a rider. He rode it hard. Wrenched it as best he could to keep it on the road. He lived a life with this bike. Then I realize what my fingers are going over are beauty marks and a lifetime of memories. I just keep polishing lost in thought, cherishing every imperfection. Then Emma sticks her head in the garage and says, honey it's time for bed. 6 hours on this cover. I had no idea. Goodnite Mike.