I confess that although I enjoy walking into the train station in full Fred regalia - the helmet, bike glasses, reflectorized high visability vest, the nose running like a faucet on cold dark mornings, the shirt clammy and slightly wet in the summer; that I remove and stow the equipment, that I go to the mens room and blow my nose, comb my hair, and try to clean up a bit in order to.....in order to.... better blend in with the soft, the weak, the poor in spirit, who need 2 tons of steel and glass to transport them to the train station - freeing them from any exertion - from having to experience their environment, safely separating them from any stimuli that might force them to acknowlege their existance! all because ....well, a guy has to make a living.

I confess that although I regularly visit the mechanics forum, I resent the time necessary to actually perform maintenance because it is time I can't be riding. I therefore regularlly let the chain wear so badly that I have to replace the entire drive system