You have to love your bike.
This is my bike. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My bike is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My bike, without me, is useless. Without my bike, I am useless. I must ride my bike true. I must ride better than my opponents who are trying to wear me down. I must overtake him before he overtakes me. I will…
My bike and I know that what count in a race is not the time we spend leading the race, the silence of the drivetrain, nor the color of my socks. We know that it is the winning that count. We will win…
My bike is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its wheels and its gears. I will keep my bike clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will…
Before Merckx, I swear this creed. My bike and I are the defenders of our craft. We are the masters of our kind. We are the true meaning of my life.
So be it, until victory is ours and there are no opponents, but behind us!
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@Teocalli
At one point last year my mum had 3 horses. Pretty good way to eat and shit out any inheritance I might have otherwise expected.
The thing that really sticks the knife in is that I'm outrageously allergic to horses.
Anyway, bikes. Yeah. I like bikes.
Celeste. Campy. Work stand. No one else is allowed near the the small corner of the basement that is mine.
My bikes, my spare wheels, my unbuilt frame hang/stand in the garage. I get real edgy when someone is in there and I typically gravitate out there to make sure all is good. What are they going to touch? Are they standing too close to #1, which is leaning properly but maybe still knocked over? Unfortunatly, the laundry is in there too, so "Her indoors" gets an entry pass. (Never hinder those washing/ironing your laundry) but the kids on the other hand not so much. For some reason, they have a pile of toys (sporting equipment) that "has to be in there". I've put it right at the door so they don't really have to go in, but i'm still not happy about it.
@nobby
I spent quite a bit on a custom set of wheels, 2.5x more than I planned. I was smitten upon opening the box. Oh they were a thing of great beauty and wonderment with the custom decals and all, but then horrified to discover the front had a bunch of concentric marks on the rim and it had to go back. The rear I kept, consoling my self by glueing on a lovely gum wall tubular. I hung on the peg waiting for it's mate and they both to be fitted and ridden.
That was late august. I am still waiting deliery on the replacement front. I spoke to them today actually, looks to be another three weeks. So, every morning and afternoon I enter the garage to either retrieve or return a bike, glance up at the lonely wheel, and sigh. I maked their build date on the wall calendar here at work when I ordered them. It was a long two weeks. They were going to help me win the club championships. The season is now over. I glance up at the calendar and marvel at how long ago that was, I picture the wheel hanging in the garage and wonder at how long i must continue to wait until I get to enjoy their song of tubular, carbon, and asphalt.
No one shall accuse me of being impatient from now on..... no one. Mum always said "great things come to those who wait"
@Teocalli
Nah, you can kill the horse.
@Mark Elliott
Keep you in burgers for a good while I suppose.