I'm selling my bicycle, one I've put many miles on.
It still wears its two racks where panniers once hung, stuffed to the brim with everything from spare shorts to whatever I found at a roadside fruit stand. It still proudly sports its "One less car" sticker. And it wears a participation sticker from one of my hard core moments, when I rode it 200 miles to a century ride (and another couple hundred to get back home)

Unfortunately it's spent the last eight years or so in my living room as an awkwardly shaped lamp base for a clamp lamp. My body gave out on me, and now I "ride" four wheels attached to a chair, full time, and I don't go far (I call it my "jock to rock transformation"). After hanging onto my bike longer than any amount of sense could justify, it's going away, probably early Saturday morning.
And when it goes, I'll probably never own another bicycle again. The cost of anything I could ride given my disabilities is far more than I'm ever likely to be able to afford.
I know it's just steel and alloy and rubber and plastic, but it doesn't feel like that's what I'm selling.
Goodbye, my wheeled friend, go, and taste the blacktop again.