Another not-falling-over C&V moment - While pausing, munching, and calling home during the return from my Saturday ride I saw a lovely woman ride by on a lovely, brightly colored smallish bike with an Italianish name, something I couldn't read clearly because of the script font and the colors. It might have said Marenonni or some similar form of pasta. A few moments later after I'd started up I found her on the side of the trail pulling the rear tire off. As I always do I asked if she had everything under control, and of course she did. The I asked about the bike. She'd had it custom made in 1997, steel of course, short vertical rear DOs, and from 10ft away seemingly very competent. She said it fit so well and was so comfortable that couldn't see ever replacing it. Then she said she'd just been in Florida and had rented a CF bike, didn't like it all. It was just too jarring a ride. So we spoke about steel bikes for a few more moments, including the '87 Bianchi I was riding. Then I rode on, feeling refreshed and knowing that neither of our bikes was likely to aspolde.