The Woes of Letting Go

Last night I put one of my old friends up for sale, and she sold surprisingly quickly.  Of course I’m not talking about a person, but a motorcycle, obviously.  I always feel a little remorse getting rid of a bike, but sometimes it’s necessary to move on for whatever reason.  In my case, yesterday I let go of my 1987 Honda XR200R, a bike that I picked up from Old Al a few years ago.  It wasn’t getting ridden enough to keep sitting around, and although it wasn’t a high-end piece of machinery and I didn’t have a ton invested, it was worth letting go of to get that garage real estate back.  Plus that is now one less thing to have to worry about changing oil on…until I drag home the next piece of trash I think I can’t live without.

So while I’m only about 12 hours into being without this bike, and I am still early in the stages of grief, I also know that whatever is around the corner will be worth this semi-exaggerated, self-indulged sorrow.  I also look around the garage and see the other three bikes smiling at me which is reassuring that things are going to be okay.

Excellent, now that the sob story is out of the way, let’s get on with our lives and go look for something new to fill the void in my heart…and garage!