I have spent the better part of my life enamored with the bicycle. In my younger years, it was more of a boyhood crush, but as I grew older it turned into a full blown love affair. I got my first job just to buy a bicycle. My friends were busy trying to get the car keys from their parents while I was dishing out chicken at a fast food restaurant, trying to earn enough money for a 1984 Trek 660. Every paycheck was devoted to freeing that beautiful red machine from the confines of the bike shop. My mom would drive me straight from the chicken joint to the bank, and then to Bicycle World, where I would ecstatically give them my weeks earnings.