This thread brings up a far larger issue. That is, why do we care about some possessions? It's not even keeping up with the Joneses.
Many literary folks make lists like, "The ten books a man should read in his life." I think we have a list of guns a man should own or he doesn't get his 'man card' punched.
For example, I was about forty years old when Bangor Punta owned SW. I bought a 629 in that era, it came out of time and poorly polished. It left my home very quickly.
But shortly thereafter, the 624 came out, and I bought the four-inch model. What a great revolver! It was polished, it's action was almost old-world, and it punched paper like a target pistol. My best friend came into my gunroom one afternoon, and examined the gun.
He asked me how it shot when compared with the 629. When I informed him that revolver had been sold, he asked me what magnum had replaced it. I told him it had not been replaced. Since he knew that my Python had been sold years ago he looked at me in surprise and stated, "You mean you don't own any magnums--at all!"
The fact that I was happier didn't seem to occur to him.
I don't deer hunt anymore, the compact Ruger .243 is gone. The varmint rifles have left. I had planned a trip that never materialized and the .45-70 Marlin Guide Gun went. I still produce testosterone.
Now my friends are pushing around over-priced, bloated garbage wagons. They polish more than they ride. I ride so that I have something to really polish, but it's a smaller "48."
Shouldn't we buy and shoot what we like? My .22LR is an early stainless Ruger 10/22. I out-shoot ARs, and no black plastic rifles haunt my dreams. I don't need or want them. It seems so simple to me, yet I know people still collect things as society dictates.