Why can't I stop fussing?
One of my bikes has been fussed and tweaked to perfection. It's my jewel, my zoom-zoom. (well, maybe it could use some Brooks bar tape)
My commuter is also pretty darn perfect. I've fussed and bothered and switched... but I can't stop! Now I want different bars (maybe even Albatross bars?) and I want to put Kona JackSh*t pedals on her.
I can't stop myself! There's always *something* to covet! I feel like a whiney kid in the grocery store checkout line: "I want one of those, I want that, Gimme some..."
sigh.
"If Americans want to live the American Dream, they should go to Denmark." - Richard Wilkinson