Selling this:
in the valley by
hushypushy, on Flickr
It was my gift to myself when I turned 30. Told myself that if I ever needed money, I'd sell it. Well three years later, I wanted to change my career. I was burned out, miserable, and it was impacting my relationship. So I did the crazy thing, and I quit without another job lined up. I needed time to decompress from what was an 18 month long death march of misery. I don't like touching savings or investments, so the logical choice was that the car needed to go.
Sold car. Made money back. Then I got a job 10 days later. Relationship was toasted and while we did our best to fix it, I put a nail in it 6 months later.
Good news was that while I lost an E9, proceeds from that car funded a lot of great adventures for the next few years, and I finally got back what I was missing for years, which was my own personal happiness. I just wish knowing now that I would have gotten the job that I did right after I sold it, that I had just hung onto it and dipped into savings.
Oh well. Life has a way of going on.