I long since quit looking, even though I notice them almost immediately.
We nod, swap that knowing look, and smugly roll on.
Last big ride, there were two of us on Centurions.
A beautiful Colnago rode around at the registrations, but was no where to be found on the ride.
The other couple of hundred were on aluminum or carbon.

However, after the ride, we were served wraps by two fine young things.
One of them had a Team Miyata leaning against the back wall.

I'm pretty much invisible on my modern carbon.
A man brought in a nice lugged Bianchi for me to fix today, Campy triple with Ergos.
I decided his "loaner bike" would have to be my modern carbon.
He may never get his bike back.