Even during the worst part of W.W.II, people still retained their love for art and culture. That is part of the resilience that is required of the strong. It wouldn't be right to condemn me or others for delving into CR even during the first day of war. I couldn't reach my mother or brother who live in NYC, but I could reach my friends at CR. Last evening I went for a training ride. I am not cold, just trying to avoid overload. I am naturally political, but ultimately I am a creature of art and sweat. Older bikes just combine both for me, and I need them as much as food. Don't fault me for eating dinner last night either please. Garth, born in Manhattan, Libre