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He can let go of some things.

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When we moved to this house in 2002, the woodshed was half filled with logs. Since we have a fireplace, we burn a few now and then for ambience… but since we don’t use it as a heat source we never really put a dent in the huge stack.

Over the years (Decades. Damn, I’m getting old!) my husband has cut and split trees on our property and dutifully stacked them in the already full shed.

It’s only recently that he decided enough is enough. We’ll never burn a fraction of the stockpile and there’s literally no room for anything else so…

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He’s letting go of the birch, apple, poplar, maple and pear.

And with the current cost of firewood? He let it go at a very reasonable price.

In no time at all, a couple showed up with their truck and started loading.

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It was an 8 foot bed and they were sure they could fit it all.

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But a second trip was required.

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And when the wife saw we had a tree full of crabapples behind the shed? She asked if she could harvest some for jelly.

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Everyone was happy.

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The local couple could fill their wood stove cheaply.

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And we could finally see the interior walls of our shed.

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Which after 23 unseen and untouched years, are going to need some serious work.

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I was wondering if this day would ever come.

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It’s finally happened.

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My husband put his Harley up for sale.

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After one last ride that almost made him change his mind.

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He bought the bike in 2009, without me knowing because asking forgiveness is easier than asking permission.

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We already had one motorcycle and certainly didn’t need another….

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But his friend Jim’s brother had died and left the bike to Jim who didn’t ride.

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It’s an ‘87 FXLR that was completely stripped down and rebuilt, powder coated, switched from chain to belt, digital instrumentation, extra chrome… custom all the way.

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To the tune of $27,000. We have the paperwork.

Since the owner was a friend who wanted his late brother’s bike to have a good home, my husband purchased it for a quarter of that price.

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Sounds like a great deal but …

(You knew there would be a but.)

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Just because it’s custom doesn’t mean it’s comfortable, which it isn’t. The back seat is tiny… and my derrière is not. I could ride about a half an hour tops, before screaming uncle. And the late brother was a tall man, my husband is not… so shifting was a bit of an uncomfortable stretch.

It’s also a Harley, which means it breaks down frequently. That’s fine if you’re a gear head tinkerer, expensive as Hell if you’re not.

I’ve been squawking about hubby selling it for almost as long as we’ve had it but last weekend, without any prompting from me…. out it went on the front lawn. Miracles do happen.

Of course his asking price is about $3,500 over what it should be… so whether he’s really serious about letting it go is debatable.

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Well that didn’t take long.

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After a year of hemming and hawing.

A year of deciding and then changing his mind.

A year of yes he will and then no he won’t.

He finally did it.

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One final rub down …

And then.

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He put her on the front lawn for sale.

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It’s been a long time coming. We really don’t ride much anymore and throwing $1,000 into her every year to counteract the inactivity wasn’t doing her… or us…. any good.

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So the husband finally agreed to let one of his babies go.

We put her out on the lawn at 2:00 in the afternoon. At 2:30 I listed her on FB marketplace and Craig’s List. At 3:00 we got a call from a man with cash.

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The next morning at 10:00am she was gone.

I think my husband is still in shock.

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