The feeling was back. A new 2005 Honda CBR1000RR was parked next to the other two bikes. Wonderful, now I have a track bike; my little plan to fill the garage with happiness was taking shape. The trouble started whenever discussing things of a financial nature. I often heard, “You have three motorcycles in the garage; why don’t you sell one?” I learned to block it out. “Yeah, well, giving blood and selling a kidney are on the list before selling one of my bikes!” That remark, shouted in desperation, signaled I was losing ground in this struggle, and I could feel it. A cooling-off period was in order; perhaps even doing some of the neglected fix-it jobs around the house. And so it goes.