In other news, I need to update my project car page: I sold my M3 last week. 🙁

I placed an ad on Roadfly early last week, and within a couple of days I got a very eager phone call and email from a college student who was home for the summer. He came over to test drive it and fell pretty hard for the car, which is a common phenomenon with the E30 M3. Two days later I had a deposit check in my hands, and last Sunday the rest of the money arrived and the car left its parking space without me in it.

The sale of that car symbolizes the material sacrifices that I’ve already made, and will continue to make, as I prepare for my new career. I know that Kim and I will always have a relatively comfortable lifestyle, but an extra car of that much value with that much required maintenance is obviously a luxury that doesn’t make sense. Despite my reluctance to let go of such a jewel, I also wanted to do it in some ways. There’s a part of my inner self that needed to realize some of the costs of my big decision. While material things are not ultimately important, they are certainly tangible and very real to anyone. My car obsession/hobby is as much a symbol of my prior spending power (or, perhaps, spending excess) as anything else, so letting go of the M3 is a strong reminder of where I’ve been and where I’m headed.

The spiritual challenges that Kim and I faced as a result of my decision are certainly more important in the holistic sense, but the world is invariably measured in material progress. So, to the outside world, this is perhaps the biggest change that many people will notice. And it’s a significant one to those who know me.

Of course, I haven’t really changed all that much. I’m still affected — or, perhaps, afflicted, depending on your point of view — with cars and other things with wheels. I’m developing a latent interest in motorcycles, and I still own a car that speaks to my enthusiast genes. But I won’t be able to play the way I’ve played for a while…and, actually, I’m fine with that. I miss my M3 dearly, but I’m more excited about my future now than I was a week ago. Maybe that’s partly a coping mechanism, but I’d like to think that it has to do with the closure I felt upon seeing, hearing, and feeling my car rumble away from me last Sunday.

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