John E., you'll appreciate this.
The road this morning suddenly changed elevation. My fingers deftly darted to the downtube and with not much more than a caress, sent the chain flying across 3 cogs to land with a satisfying, meaty and manly ka-chunk. The Mavic Simplex retro-friction shifters, spare and elegant as a ballerina, as rock-steady and enduring as a drill sergeant, had done their job yet again-- just as they had for Sean Kelly and countless others a gazillion times. My partner, lunging for his Ultegra STI, with hoods as large and hard as a sleazy stripper's plastic-packed breasts, was clicking, clacking, and finger flipping like a hyper-metabolic mongoose.
Eventually, he found the right gear. Ka-klick
Admittedly, I sometimes don't ka-chunk, usually when in close vicinity to a cement truck or Rottweiler.
That said, my Campy Ergo's arrived, along with a Jtek Shiftmate...just waiting for the ($$$ gulp!) Campy cable set. I'll let you know my impressions of modern techno-life. Like comparing Madonna to Mozart?