Max's sister, Eunice, has asked me to inform Max's Modern Vespa friends, that he isn't going to make it. The infection he has been fighting has spread to his organs.
While many may have never had the, "spectacular" experience of meeting Max face-to-face, I am sure you knew him well from his many posts here on Modern Vespa.
Please share any memories, photos and thoughts of our passionate, lively and funny, scooterist compatriot Max6200.
I finish with a quote by Vincent VanGogh:
"For myself, I declare I don't know anything about it. But the sight of the stars always makes me dream in as simple a way as the black spots on the map, representing towns and villages, make me dream.
Why, I say to myself, should the spots of light in the firmament be less accessible to us than the black spots on the map of France.
Just as we take the train to go to Tarascon or Rouen, we take death to go to a star. What's certainly true in this argument is that while alive, we cannot go to a star, any more than once dead we'd be able to take the train. So it seems to me not impossible that cholera, the stone, consumption, cancer are celestial means of locomotion, just as steamboats, omnibuses and the railway are terrestrial ones.
To die peacefully of old age would be to go there on foot."
If I know anything about Max, he would most definitely would ride his scooter to a star.