Boy everyone was talking today -- Speaking of worth more dead than alive I started thinking about all my bikes -- who other than me in my family thinks they are anything. I can imagine after my death my Masi out at the curb waiting for the dump truck. Last year I had a cycling friend die suddenly of a heart attack and his wife blamed his excessive cycling and wanted the bikes out that night. I helped her sell them for what they were worth but how quickly they became nothing. Remember that when you can spend 10 minutes with family and good friends instead of your bike. Sam DiBartolomeo