My husband just bought A-nother bike.
Last year, my husband showed me a little snippet from his favorite magazine, Bicycling. I laughed nervously after I read it and noticed the ernest look in his eyes; they seemed to be saying: "This is it. This is why I have this addiction to buying bikes."
Here's the snippet:
"We're going to be honest: Amid layoffs and bleeding 401(k) plans, even some of us here at the magazine are looking at our two-year-old, three-year-old, or downright just plain old bikes and figuring we might as well try to get one more season out of them. But--and here's the honest part, as well--just as many of us are going to buy a new bike (or two) this year. A bicycle is an investment, and its returns lie far beyond the bounds of money. Whatever you spend--anything from $365 for a Jamis Commuter 1... to $9,800 for the Ridley Helium road race...--pays dividends such as a better (and better-looking) body, more energy and less stress, more time to yourself as well as more time with family and friends, and the freedom to blow snot out of your nose without using a tissue. Money can't buy the things a bicycle can give us. But it can buy the bicycle, and that kind of bond seems worth more now than ever." (April 2009, Bicycling)
Yes, I am starting to get it.
The wife of a close biking buddy let slip out that her husband actually went through counseling for a few months because of his addiction to buying bikes. Maybe I am headed that way.
Here is a blurry picture of our garage, or rather, our bike shop, taken with my husband's phone.