Six degrees out. Gonna ride anyway. Where is my ski mask??
Just my opinion, TS:
You have something somewhat unusual, so price may be tough. If you find a woman your size looking for something like it, the 65-70% becomes very reasonable. But realize the bargain hunters are going to want to use that unusual against you, and offer 35-40%, and tell you how you'll never move it at your price. It all hinges on how desperate you are to sell, but personally, I think you can get a premium for it if you can hold out for the right buyer, and CL or "Ick"bay might be a better option, if willing to deal with that crap.
If I'm unsuccessful at the bike swap, I'll probably hang onto it till spring. Hopefully my fortunes will have changed by then, but I've got a lot of negative emotional baggage wrapped up in that bike too.
After review of all data, I recommend that you contract your position on bicycles to one, ideally a single speed, to limit your exposure going forward. You will maintain the ability to ride occasionally while you sort out other things, and the simplicity of a single speed will undoubtedly rejuvenate your commitment to cycling as an overarching lifestyle goal. When your financial stability rebounds, which will undoubtedly happen, you can then buy a Specialized bike made from some new stiffer material and become one with the 41, making it all 42, which is, of course, the answer to life, the universe, and everything.
Layoffs at work today. Not me, but yikes.
Just to show you that the 41 doesn't have a monopoly on it: http://www.bikeforums.net/showthread...ow-zero-garage
Why would they ask me on the McDonald's online application how much I agree with the statement "Sometimes I am unkind to others"? But then I guess one might just as well ask why and how I've made the decisions that find me applying for a crew position at McDonald's at my age.
The other day I was filling out my umpteenth minimum-wage application online, bearing in mind that the some of the ones I submitted in October should still be on file somewhere, and I said to Lester, "This is it. This is the rest of my life. One minimum wage job after another. Hanging on to each one as long as I can: getting to work on time, keeping my head down, trying not to piss people off until I eventually do or don't do something and that job ends. Starting the process all over again and that's pretty much how my life is going to go until I die." He loves me so, of course, he said that wasn't true. I know what I think I'd rather be doing but I'm pretty sure the market is saturated and I'd be lucky to get paid to do it anyway.
*sigh* More coffee is needed then I'm heading to the grocery store on the newly installed much wider tires.