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Dealing with buyers/non buyers/sellers remorse.

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Summertime.
1991 ... Somewhere in South West Ohio.

Nice couple moved into a mid-1930's house on my street.
Richard had both legs removed by a Viet Cong booby trap
hidden in a pair of high-top Converse All-Stars, left by the
side of a muddy road in Nam. He was miserable.

His wife, Verona, was .. at one time .. the head of the cafeteria
at Five-Points Elementary. Nice lady. Their daughter .. Julia ..
was maybe eight years old in '91. No friends ... she lived in awe
of her father .. but was disappointed with him at the same time
for his inability to be mobile. Julia was a truly-moody child.

First week in June .. Richard's body was found in his basement
at the bottom of the stairs. He had been trying to learn different
and new ways of locomotion. He failed to learn any.

While on the first floor ... right at the open, basement door .. he
was thought to be playing with Jack-A-Row -- the family collie.
The dog may have been roughhousing .. no-one knows ... when
Richard rolled down the stairs, to an untimely death.

The funeral and burial took place.

Months passed.

Verona and Julia had been practically living at our house. Fun at
first ... then, very-soon, it became an intolerable situation.

You do not need to know why.

Their dog passed during Christmas of '93 ... and the two females
were miserable.


Spring of '94 .. gave each of them an old bicycle. They rode the
boulevards of Fairborn ragged. Those bikes were ridden constantly.
Good God A' Mighty .. those women would ride.

On the night of July 4th .. they rode out to Central Park for the 9:30
Fireworks Show. Wife and I were there. Everybody was there. The
''pyrotechnic'' display .. that night .. would be the best anyone had
ever seen in our city. You gotta love that word -- pyrotechnic ...

Just before ten .. there was a blinding ball of fire on the ground where
the pyrotechnicians were staging rockets. Evidently a rocket, launch-
tube was disturbed by Lord only knows what ... sending a rocket across
a short distance of Park area -- and stopped when it entered Verona's
purse. The explosion killed both mother and daughter .. and injured
three others.

Two days later, July 6th .. got a call from the Fairborn Police Department -
they wanted to send a detective over to the house .. about two bicycles
that were left in the park July 4 ... both machines had my S.S. Number
scribed on the crankcase. ''Sure ... you can come over right now.''

About thirty seconds into the conversation with the detective .. found out
I was about to be cited .. and fined a goodly amount for '' littering'' within
a City Park.

Whaaat ??

Apparently I was the responsible party for the two bicycles that were left
by Verona and her daughter. The detective indicated ''I had treated those
machines with abandon ... and that constituted '' littering'' in my fair city.''

The detective gave me all the baggage anyone could ever need for a permanent
guilt-trip. I took it like a man ... but .. yeah ... I was pissed.

I saw his signature at the bottom of the citation ... Detective Arnie Short Bull.

After I signed the document (to indicate my acknowledgement) ... he went on
to ask me why I apparently NOT LEARNED ''one damn thing'' from that anti-
littering TV commercial of 1971 -- staring Iron Eyes Cody .....

Doood ... Iron Eyes Cody. was hardly a Native American ... he was a full-on
birthchild of Sicilian Immigrants ... just like me. The detective told me I was full of shi# .. then left.

I have my fair-share of bicycle regrets.

..... patric




 
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Cody did marry Birdie Parker who was Iroquois and other native ancestry. She was quite a lady who is rarely acknowledged.

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Has anyone who struggles with this ever come up with a successful way to deal with it because its a real problem for me. I still feel pangs of regret about things I paid too much for, didn't buy when I had the chance and sold when I should have held on to it, especially when I see similar or even the same exact item bringing way more than I let it go for. This weekend I had lots of reasons to agonize over these questions. I didn't buy hardly anything but I walked away from some good deals and didn't bid on things I really wanted and now I'm left to wonder if I made the right decisions. I know some of you have no issues with this, it easy to just let stuff come and go in your life and you move on without a second thought. I'm looking for advice from people who actually struggle with this and have come up with successful strategies to deal with it. I know that this is in the category of "first world problems" but sometimes it gets to the point that it's making hard to enjoy the hobby anymore.

I can't think of anyone "not having issues". We all have had them and some of us still do.
But you don't need to hear that b.s. which you probably already know.

Long time ago I started dwelling on the positive. When the negatives came at me....and they do
all the time.
I have learn to recognize these bad vibes and put them into perspective, I literally tell myself....you
are not in control...I am.. so get the hell out. I can be just as stubborn. I workout in the gym or ride a bike.
At night, when it gets worse,I listen to music or watch movie or plan on doing something positive for the
next day even if I don't do it but at least I'm going for positiveness.
There's no instant cure, you need to work on it. You have to decide...who's in control!

BTW:
That quote in blue below is my signature when things begin to
feel like it's getting negative, I've had it for a while and it helps me.
 
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Miss a good deal. There is anther one coming around the corner. And another hobbiest gets a good deal. It is not like you don't have one or two bikes at home already
Selling to cheap, quityourbitchen You got your price. And another hobbiest gets a good deal. ( I am sure you have got a few good deals in your time let someone else get one)
Sellers remorse ther are many reasons to sell something you would like to keep. But once the decision is made, it should be downhill from there. Go home and appreciate the ones you have.
It's a hobby make sure your ups are as fun as your downs
 
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