Ride On Ted

I lost a buddy. I met Ted when I first moved to the Bay in 2006, one of the first vintage nuts like myself. He had a Shovel, and Pan, and a stable of XS650s. He rode the piss out of his bikes. He also had a very dry, sarcastic, self-deprecating wit. He was a great father, husband, photographer, and motorcycle hoarder like the rest of us. he fought hard, but in the end it was too much. He will be missed.