The first time someone asked if they could take a picture of my bike, I was walking with it the day before L'Eroica. I said yes, and then there was an awkward silence, until I firgure out they wanted me out of the picture. So I leaned it up against a wall, drive side out, and let the bike have its momment. It was then that a whole slew of people began taking pictures. I guess they were too shy to ask, but once the opportunity was presented, they just went right ahead.

My wife just laughed at me while this was going on. It was like I was the ugly best friend to my bike. Nobody cared about me.