I was slapped recently by my wife for lovingly caressing a beautiful 56cm Raleigh Team fully Campy equipped. She finds it hard to understand my attraction to "mere" steel. I have a terrible habit of staring at things of beauty, bikes, art work, bikes, Lamborghinis, nature, and even on occasion...women. With the bikes it's sort of a lust...most likely because it's a lust I can satisy by buying the damn thing. With the rest of the abovementioned..its kind of a reverence (since I'm not rich enough for a Lambo) Do I need therapy....or just another bike? At 61..is there hope for this affliction other than buying more "old" bikes as she calls them? Help
Pete Kneeland
Houston, Tx
jpknlnd@earthlink.net
(832) 881-1755