Friday, April 4th, 2008
I
stand here in the throws of a dilemma.
I really do not know what to do.
I got an email today from a fellow interested in the Goldwing.
Let’s start from the begining, I have three bikes, many would say that is two to many. Each of them is great in their own right and I have been struggling since I got the Softail. Last year, out of a whim, I put the Goldwing out by the road with a For Sale sign. As I looked at it out there by the road, I couldn’t stop the flood of feelings. This came to a head when somebody stopped by to inquire about it. I was really struggling to fight back the feelings, it was awful. The feelings were so overwhelming that, after he was gone, I wheeled the Goldwing back into the basement. Through the winter not many moments went by that I did not think about the struggle.
This year, I decided to put her out to the road again. I really enjoy the Harley-Davidson, I do not feel I can get much money for the shadow-aero, besides it is my first bike. The values of the Goldwings of this vintage are falling all the time, it is the logical choice.
Today I got the email, I called the number in the email, and spoke with the fellow for a bit. Hurting the whole time, I gave him all the information that I could and arranged for a time next week to meet with him. After hanging up, I couldn’t help but get those feelings again, hollow in the pit of my stomach. Tried to call the wife, that didn’t help.
I can always get another Goldwing later - right? This one is beautiful, it is paid for, and unique.
Got home, pulled into the garage next to the Goldwing, stood there looking at it, hoping for an answer. None Came.

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This is what I hate, this is the nightmare.