There is no apparant end to my obsession with bicycles. Purchasing such-and-such requires me to buy a so-and-so, and the cycle never ends.

Bike parts are the closest things to myths in my life. Each has a story, purpose and temperment. Just like the gods. A fine, if not impossible, balance of action and sacrafice is required to please Zeus and Athena. The same goes for my Brooks Team Professional saddle and the 75 degree seat tube on my 6061-T6 aluminum track frame.

I do not mythologise love anymore. The moment you turn a blissfully irrational process into a calculated event, viz., that of the moment in which you find your other half, the process stagnates, and romantic satisfaction becomes impossible. There is another way.