nobozos
Well-known member
Sold my 1993 EBMM/EVH.
Here's the story:
I had been waiting 6 years to buy a Harley. When the topic was originally brought up, I was 35. My wife convinced me that there were more important things to spend money on, and I agreed with her and bought her a new kitchen instead. We're talking hardwood floors in all the hallways, in the kitchen, and in the dining room. Everywhere except the bedrooms and bathroom. Hickory Amish cabinets, and all new stainless steel appliances. Kitchen walls were torn down to the studs and re-plastered. Needless to say, I spared no expense so she would be happy. The only thing I said was, "I'm going to have a Harley by the time I'm 40". Well I'm 41 this year, so I figured it was high-time.
Fast forward to today:
About 3 weeks ago, I found a killer Vivid Black 1993 Dyna Low Rider for $6000. Couldn't resist the opportunity, so I picked it up. My wife was less than pleased. Let's just say, she did not hold a very high opinion of me, thought my priorities were out of whack, and that I was selfish. It would be really easy to blame her, and say that she's only happy when I'm not, and pissed when I am, but I suspected something different. I could see that what was bothering her is that she thought that things were more important to me that she was. I felt it was important for me to show her that she was more important to me than any "thing" that I could own. She knew that I had waited 15 years for the opportunity to own an EBMM/EVH guitar. She knew it was my prized possession, so without her knowledge, I talked to a friend who told me if I ever wanted to get rid of it, to let him know. He brought the money over, and picked up the guitar on Monday. When my wife got home, I handed her the money. She wanted to know immediately where it came from. I told here that I had sold the guitar. At first, she didn't believe me, but when she realized I was telling the truth, I believe it had the desired effect.
It really broke my heart to get rid of the guitar, but sometimes in life you have to realize what is really important. Maybe someday I will have the opportunity to pick up another one.
Here's the story:
I had been waiting 6 years to buy a Harley. When the topic was originally brought up, I was 35. My wife convinced me that there were more important things to spend money on, and I agreed with her and bought her a new kitchen instead. We're talking hardwood floors in all the hallways, in the kitchen, and in the dining room. Everywhere except the bedrooms and bathroom. Hickory Amish cabinets, and all new stainless steel appliances. Kitchen walls were torn down to the studs and re-plastered. Needless to say, I spared no expense so she would be happy. The only thing I said was, "I'm going to have a Harley by the time I'm 40". Well I'm 41 this year, so I figured it was high-time.
Fast forward to today:
About 3 weeks ago, I found a killer Vivid Black 1993 Dyna Low Rider for $6000. Couldn't resist the opportunity, so I picked it up. My wife was less than pleased. Let's just say, she did not hold a very high opinion of me, thought my priorities were out of whack, and that I was selfish. It would be really easy to blame her, and say that she's only happy when I'm not, and pissed when I am, but I suspected something different. I could see that what was bothering her is that she thought that things were more important to me that she was. I felt it was important for me to show her that she was more important to me than any "thing" that I could own. She knew that I had waited 15 years for the opportunity to own an EBMM/EVH guitar. She knew it was my prized possession, so without her knowledge, I talked to a friend who told me if I ever wanted to get rid of it, to let him know. He brought the money over, and picked up the guitar on Monday. When my wife got home, I handed her the money. She wanted to know immediately where it came from. I told here that I had sold the guitar. At first, she didn't believe me, but when she realized I was telling the truth, I believe it had the desired effect.
It really broke my heart to get rid of the guitar, but sometimes in life you have to realize what is really important. Maybe someday I will have the opportunity to pick up another one.
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