I sold my bike today. It was a pretty hard thing to do. You see, it was Shawn’s bike. I kept it after he died, paid it off and learned to ride. I’ve been riding it off and on for three years now, and it’s always a lot of fun. But i realized a few months ago that it was a pretty expensive toy to keep around when I was only riding it about once a month or so. The money was more important — more necessary — than the bike. Between student loans and Sheridan’s school, I’m pretty tapped out.
So I sold the bike to a lady who’s a lot like me. She has a 12 year old daughter, and is looking forward to riding. I hope she enjoys it as much as I did. A few tears, letting go of a memory, but I’m over it.
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Heya, Doc! Sorry to hear about the bike, ‘Chelle. I will always remember your performance in Lesa’s class. I know it meant alot to you…gave you a bit of strength (though I find you one of the strongest people i know). Perhaps it was a neccessary move to move on. Besides, there is nothing that says you can’t get another one later on once you are a high rollin PhD. 😀