It wasn't too hard. If I'm honest, I gave up riding it seriously around four years ago, following my second trip to Morocco. Stopping motorbiking was a consequence, largely, of the purchase of our motorhome. This had given a new focus to our travelling. I was retired and enjoying the freedom our van offered.
Losing a significant amount of weight a couple of years ago played its part too. I could no longer see myself travelling without being able to exercise regularly, which is harder on a motorbike. Without the necessary gear to hillwalk on board, I couldn't see me taking walking seriously. Also, I'd become a born-again cyclist and, with a couple of serious cycle tours behind me, I realised I preferred pedal two-wheeling to petrol power.
So, it's gone and I'm not too sad. I sold it, with minimum fuss, back to the BMW dealer who supplied it.
But, life is good. We're presently looking forward to a week-long trek in Arctic Sweden in August and, simultaneously, awaiting delivery of a new motorhome; more news of that soon.
No tears. No regrets. Life goes on.