I love my 41-year-old Masi that's equipped exactly as a 4-decades old road racer, but when I want to go long and hard give me a carbon frame that absorbs the bumps better, 10-speed cassettes that let me climb canyons without losing mid-range flexibility, STI levers that let me use 10-speed cassettes (and shift in the middle of corners, turns, and dicey descents), rims with machined sidewalls that respond consistently to braking, flat-top round-drop compact handlebars that give me better climbing positions, a lightweight well ventilated hardshell helmet that protects my head and is more comfortable than a hairnet, my favorite Fizik saddle that just feels good between my thighs, stiff carbon soled shoes and heat molded insoles that cradle my delicate feet, clip-in pedals that hold my feet better, and are more comfortable, than toeclips with slotted cleats while wearing ill-fitting Italian shoes that you had to ride wet and sockless for the first 400 miles just so they'd stop being excruciatingly painful.

Naw, new technology is all crap.