That's half the trouble these days; having sold my R1200 and a couple of watches recently, and having had no expensive holidays in the last 12 months, I'm in a favourable position when it comes to buying my next bike.
I could possibly buy the sort of bike that I've hankered after for years; the Kawasaki Z H2 looks fun, the new Suzuki Hayabusa would be epic and the nearly-ready Langen 2-stroke would allow me to relive my smoked-clouded teenage years but with a modern wrapping.
However, with knackered knees, relatively inflexible hips, arthritic fingers, a neck that's constantly sore with reduced mobility and a waistline that makes me more beach ball ready than beach body ready I just couldn't ride any of the ruddy things.
Which is why I'm making room in the garage for an over priced, overweight, simple 2-litre tractor of a bike that I can sit upright on and potter about on into my dotage.
The younger me wouldn't understand, but then the younger me could easily ride an H2, Hayabusa or even a Langen.