I retired (1st time) in 2020.
Selling my motorcycles seemed like a good idea because I'm an old man now and the proceeds from the sale would retire two car payments. A very practical move.
A whole lifetime collection of gear was also jettisoned through eBay. Leather that I'd used for decades bringing a premium price marketed as "vintage and distressed". My 1978 Harley rain gear brought almost 700 bucks.
Yes, all of it was 800 pound gorilla gear. Not a single piece of textile. No velcro, all zippers and snaps. Vanson, Schott's, Langlitz, Bates. Silk scarfs and glove liners. How about a Milwaukee police department lap blanket? All of it gone.
Helmets? Full face with pin lock face shields. Everything from Bell to Shoei. No chamber pot novelty lids for me. All of it gone.
The two car payments are cleared and I settle into a very comfortable retirement.
My oldest son couldn't believe what I had done. See, he is 42 years old, still 10 foot tall and bullet proof. He was profoundly shocked, telling me over and over that he had never seen me without a motorcycle. EVER.
At that point I didn't understand just how upset he was with this news. It ate at him for a day or two.
He called to ask if I planned to buy another? It dawned on me that he was really struggling with my mortality.....pop's was old now.
No son, all the gear is gone. I kept my Schott 141 but only until the next visit, then it will be your's.
SILENCE.
The next morning I was awakened just before dawn. My son was on his was way to Kerrville with his beloved Heritage Springer loaded on his trailer. He was coming around the Austin loop so I better be up.
Yeah, he gave me this Harley.
So, I'll never be without a motorcycle again.
Only then did I realize what a terrible mistake I had made. Selling out was one of the dumbest things that I had ever done.....or was it?