I enjoy the aftermath of the chase, that moment, when the assembly is complete, its been tweaked, adjusted, fettled, polished, cleaned, had its moment in the woods to bed it all in, then re-cleaned, re adjusted, and propped up nice and safe, you grab a cup of tea, sit back in the comfy chair with a 30 year old copy of MBUK/MBA, and you keep glancing up to look at it. Some times with a feeling of achievement, sometimes a sense of satisfaction, but more often than not, it conjours up a that magical feeling, like the fella that fabricated it, full of passion, full of wonder.
Im perhaps the only one i dont know, but i can sit and look at a bike for hours, questioning the design, the reasons for build direction, the spec choices, even the colours used.
Joe Breeze said the Paint is only a veneer, others have said if it looks right it is right,
I can spend as much time enjoying looking as riding. Once bicycles take hold of you they rarely let you go.
I guess for most of us, for many different reason this happened at the foot of the journey that was called the Mountain bike, an era born of our time, and it grabbed hold of us, and has yet to let us go....................... if ever.
And for that im grateful.