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I had to sell the McLaren today. I’m not going to dress it up or make it sound easier than it was. That car meant something to me. It wasn’t just a flex. It was a symbol of the work, the late nights, the risks that actually paid off. Every time I got in it, it reminded me how far I’d come. But after the hack, the math changed. Losing that Bitcoin hit harder than I expected. Not just the number… the feeling of watching something you protected for years disappear in minutes. Cold storage. Never shared the seed. Did everything “right.” And still got wiped. I’ve spent the last couple weeks sitting with it. Processing. Moving forward the only way I know how. And today I made the call. I sold the McLaren so I could buy more Bitcoin and more crypto. Some people will say that’s emotional. Some will say it’s reckless. I don’t care. I believe in this more than I believe in the car. I believe in the long game more than I believe in the temporary comfort of keeping something nice in the garage. I believe that the same drive that got me the McLaren in the first place is the same drive that will rebuild and go further. It hurt to let it go. I’m not going to lie about that. There was a real moment of silence after the paperwork was done. A quiet “damn.” But I’d rather feel that temporary loss than look back in a few years and realize I chose the car over the conviction. I’m still here. Still building. Still all in. The McLaren was a chapter. Bitcoin is the book. And I’m not done writing it.