[Unreal]

25 years ago, my brother-in-law was complaining that he needed "cheap" transportation to get to work. I had a 350 Honda in college, which I had parked in my Dad's garage for the winter in about 1970, where it stayed until he retired.
It was now in my garage, and I offered it to my brother-in-law for free. He took it, and was quite grateful.
Well, about two weeks later, I was at his house, and learned that he had sold the bike.

It was his, and he could do with it whatever he wanted. None-the-less, I was pissed; I felt he had used me.

Clint, I am not here to second guess your motives, but Marlin, I feel your pain!!