Two of my bikes are chunks of aluminum, and two are resin and carbon cloth. All have bits made of steel, aluminum, plastic and rubber. They all require maintenance and suck my money in upgrades and broken/worn replacements. Doesn't sound like much, does it? So why do I cringe at the thought of putting any of them in the garage? Only one, the commuter, lives there as it's a pain to take it up and down the stairs every day. The others live in my bedroom.
Somewhere inside I get this good feeling when I look at them- like an old half remembered memory of something pleasant washing over me. Vacations past, yesterday's ride, my unwinding commute home after a long hard day at work. It's just metal, cloth and plastic. And something else... Yes, it's some sort of visceral reaction; when the slow become fast, when the weak become strong, when the chained become free. It's leaving my structured, manufactured life behind for a short while, to feel, yes, unchained.
It's not the bike, it's the ride.
Tzvia- rollin' slow...
Specialized Ruby Expert/mens Bontrager Inform RXL
Specialized SWorks Safire/mens Bontrager Inform RL
Giant Anthem-W XT-XTR/mens Bontrager Inform RXL
Fuji Newest 3 commuter/mens Bontrager Inform RL
Novara E.T.A commuter/mens Bontrager Inform RL