On the way home from the grocery store, a thought clicked into my brain.
My brain stiffened up a moment, then gave itself a stern talking-to. It said:
“You know what? You know what? Fuck it! You spent twice the price of that bike and then some to keep a car you fucking hated on the road for a year. Fuck that shit sideways. You’d better go test-ride that bike again, and if you still like it as much as you did the first time, then you need to sack it up and lay down the bucks and get that bike. Pronto and toute suite, asshole.”