That's
exactly what went through my mind yesterday! I'm ok today though because I know the money is going to help get me back to school, (in Russia, of all places!), and move on to what I hope will be a more productive and interesting life.
It's funny - any motorcycle is nothing more than a collection of processed metals and chemicals. There's nothing organic or biological about them. But somehow, as soon as they become "ours," they're imbued with personality, a soul and spirit. They truly become greater than the sum of their parts.
I guess the most difficult part of selling my RS was "selling" off that part of my identity that lives somewhere within that beautiful collection of components. Why else would I care whether or not the bike went to a "good owner?" Why else would I be willing to part with it for a little less than I really wanted in order to insure that the bike had a "good Life" away from me?