I just noticed this:
Mostly storage problems. We live in a small apartment, and have a baby on the way.
I think I can solve all your problems Sunder, sell the road bike, you don't need it because your life is over and you aren't going anywhere soon my friend, well at least nowhere that might involve you having any fun. Sell the ebike, because you are going to need the cash for all the stupid dumb shit that your wife is going to make you buy five of (we have five strollers in our garage, they are like ebikes for her, with each of them serving a different function that is beyond my understanding).
When I announced to my workmates I was having my first child nearly six years ago, at the time I owned a GSXR750, a CBR900, and a DRZ400. I got out on the DRZ every saturday with about 6 mates, it was a blast. A workmate (with two kids about the ages my kids are now), said, "so when are you selling the dirtbike?". And I was like "No mate, my wife wants me to have other interests, and supports me having some time to blow off steam. She says I can keep riding every weekend"
He just laughed and turned back to his screen and said "come talk to me in six months". I was annoyed that this guy thought he knew how my relationship worked.
Six months later he catches me in the hallway, "How's the dirtbike going?"..... I look at the ground "Um,,, I sold it".... he smirked and nodded, "and what about the Gixer?".... "sold..."...... and what about the Fireblade?"...... "sold....." He patted me on the back as only a fellow more battle hardened man who has been through the war of child rearing can.
In that pat he said so much. He wanted me to know it was allright. I hadn't sold myself out, child rearing was like war, we all found our own personal way through it all, but at the end of it we would all have something in common, we would all just be hollow shells of men.