yes. I know. It's a cycling forum, so the chances are decent. But....what I'm getting at is this. Do you own a bike that is 'of a piece', something you think of as having an identity, or do you own wheels, frame, groupset, panniers (I'm not judging....) and so on and so forth?
My first bike was a bike - it was bright red, had training wheels, rod brakes you'd never separate from the rest of the bike and so on and so forth, but, when I was seven I started to collect bits of bike, and, by the time I was twelve my conception of 'bike' was the bits that made it up (and the bits I wanted'. The smaller bikes that my little brothers rode were, somehow, juvenile - not really about cycling.
I've pretty much stuck with that ever since. The exception was the C40 with Dura-Ace wheels and groupset, which was such a vast leap forward that it seemed, as I rode it, to come together as one single sublime entity. When I cracked it and got what was, ostensibly, a better frame the 'bike' became a collection of parts once again. Lately the C40 frame has been lent to somebody who may repair it, but, in the mean time, is using the forks because his steel Colnago forks offer such a miserable ride. I'm afraid that when I got the frame out of the loft it had reverted to being just a frame, and that the poetic illusion afforded by the ride had evaporated.
However...the Brompton is a bike. Or a mobility aid for shoppers, but, whatever, it's got an identity. Call me a sucker for clever marketing, but the individuality of the bits (not always in a good way) induces in me the romantic notion that all these bought-in components were somehow meant for each other. It doesn't hurt that Susie has a Brompton - it's a bit of a lurve thang. But, still and all, it's a bike.
So......do you own a bike? Or, however, lovely, a collection of bits which are, once they've had their day, replaceable?
My first bike was a bike - it was bright red, had training wheels, rod brakes you'd never separate from the rest of the bike and so on and so forth, but, when I was seven I started to collect bits of bike, and, by the time I was twelve my conception of 'bike' was the bits that made it up (and the bits I wanted'. The smaller bikes that my little brothers rode were, somehow, juvenile - not really about cycling.
I've pretty much stuck with that ever since. The exception was the C40 with Dura-Ace wheels and groupset, which was such a vast leap forward that it seemed, as I rode it, to come together as one single sublime entity. When I cracked it and got what was, ostensibly, a better frame the 'bike' became a collection of parts once again. Lately the C40 frame has been lent to somebody who may repair it, but, in the mean time, is using the forks because his steel Colnago forks offer such a miserable ride. I'm afraid that when I got the frame out of the loft it had reverted to being just a frame, and that the poetic illusion afforded by the ride had evaporated.
However...the Brompton is a bike. Or a mobility aid for shoppers, but, whatever, it's got an identity. Call me a sucker for clever marketing, but the individuality of the bits (not always in a good way) induces in me the romantic notion that all these bought-in components were somehow meant for each other. It doesn't hurt that Susie has a Brompton - it's a bit of a lurve thang. But, still and all, it's a bike.
So......do you own a bike? Or, however, lovely, a collection of bits which are, once they've had their day, replaceable?