I'm getting a good larf outta all these posts but I'm also feeling guilty that we've all got BAS but you guys all seem to have garages and I have a one bedroom apartment in Brooklyn. Yeesh: talk about self-limiting. I have to move 3 sets of wheels if I want to get to my canned goods. I've got a foothold in my girlfriend's apartment (with the practical reasoning that I need a bike for work commute at both of our places). If I ever get a garage my BAS is going to hit open water and never look back.

The question that needs to be asked is if there's a support group for the wives/girlfriends of BAS sufferers. "It looks like garbage" "No baby, I swear - this chainring is really sweet and I need it because...wait - did I ever explain Biopace to you?..."