As I was lubing and cleaning it I noticed that I was doing it with what I can only describe as affection. I mean not like lets get a room but good grief I think I love my bike.
Loving a bike just seems so wrong to me. It is a few lumps of metal or other materials, maybe like riding the things but that is as enthusiastic as I get.
Now the wife and kids, there is some big love going on there.
I like my newest bike, and I kind of like the other creaky, heavy one because we have a bit of history, but I can't say I love either. I'm not sure I empathise with machinery in the same way many do.
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