Ok, I've finally accepted that the fever for buying frames/parts will burn less brightly but never quite extinguish. But does the need to continually fiddle with a perfectly respectable and working bike ever stop? Does having a 'final' build equal complacency and the death of ambition or maturity and acceptance of what life has to offer?
I have probably asked the 'fever' question before (here or in my head, probably both), but are there any words of comfort or am I alone?
I have probably asked the 'fever' question before (here or in my head, probably both), but are there any words of comfort or am I alone?