PASSING THE TORCH
My skis in 1988.
My triathlon bike in 1992.
My first convertible in 2000.
All these things took me to amazing, interesting places. In the world and in myself.
But with all of them, there came a time when I was just…done with them. The fact that they were sitting around unsused just felt wrong. Especially since they could be used and giving someone happiness.
The happiness I’d felt.
Until I didn’t.
So I felt the same way when I sold my singlespeed race bike last weekend.
And I sold it for a song.
But I’m okay with that because it went to a really nice fellow. A friend of some friends. Not a jerk.
I know he’s going to have some great times out there as I did. It will live on.
The torch has been passed.
Surprisingly, my wife cried when he drove away with it.
But I didn’t. Because I knew it was going to go create memories.
Which is why I’ve never regretted any of the above things I’ve sold.
Other than the convertible.
That was batshit stupid.
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