Dale, I got beaten over Smuggler's Notch by a junior on a restricted 5-speed straight block. 15-19? 1977. Kid was from Florida (and good; made something of a name for himself).
One of my last pairs of good sewup wheels was GP-4s. Put 17,000 miles on 'em until I collapsed the rear around an inch on a pothole edge. I'd already gone through the brake track. Bumpy ride home! (I love that going through a rim sidewall isn't catastrophic with sewups.)
Edit: and on topic - I've only sold one bike. The Fuji Pro I raced. Hurt, I loved that bike but it wasn't a weekend warrior and for my post-crash years I did not need to be saddled with a bike I wasn't riding. Sold it to a kid who had no idea what he was getting. Sold it for what I paid, $450.
The rest were stolen (2), crashed (2), dishonorable discharge (2), honorable discharge (2). Still in my fleet (5)
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