I'm angry because I am conflicted. I would love to buy a new Storck. I just can't bear to have my heart broken again. (Hey Marcus, why not a crash replacement program?).

Time to be honest...I'm not a young man anymore. I've got a pretty good idea that my racing calendar will continually shrink. If the race is further than one hour from where I'm sitting right now (mmm, this coffee is good), I'm not going. Wet course? Forget about it. Hillsboro Roubaix? Never again.

So if I'm not racing that much anymore I could soon make an argument to myself that buying another Storck makes some kind of sense.

Trouble is, I'll end up putting gator skins on my zipps so I can commute on the lakefront, opening myself to all kinds of snickering.

two non sequiturs:
My cyclocross wheels are as true as the day I got them.

I hate vinyl