My bike is my baby. I'm attached. I bought her used after a long search, to ride 60 miles on a train to pick her up and another 60 miles to take her home. I've spent hours learning about chains and gears and bearings and lubricants and fasteners and how they all go together to make my baby mine. I've taken her through mountain passes, beach paths, countless commutes and group rides. Rather, she's taken me through them. I'm in the best shape of my life. I'm strong, lean, and just a little skilled in close quarters combat. Just enough to get me in trouble, I should say.

I don't have children. I don't have pets. Stay away from my bicycle. Stay away from my baby.