I don't think fetish is actually the best term.

It was about 1974, and I couldn't help but notice the Frejus bicycles that my uncles had started selling in his shop. For some reason, they didn't stick around for long. I was 15, and already had an appreciation for the nicer of the Raleigh line that constituted the bread and butter of his business, but oh my. The wonderful, rich colors. The chrome. The lines. Guess I've always been a sucker for a bit of bling.

Anyhow, I fell into dormancy for about 23 years after college. It took a prompting to do something with the Raleigh Superbe I inherited from my uncle to get me started again. I'm off and running, and see no end in sight to a wonderful hobby.