Menage A Trois (Track, Road, and Mountain)

Once upon a time, when I lived with the artist formerly known as Boywich, he went off to the music store, to pick up a little thing called a capo, which, for you non-musicians, is a small tool that holds down guitar strings and puts the guitar into a higher octave. It's a neat little object, and not expensive.

Anyway. He was gone for hours and hours, nearly the whole day, and I remember thinking, "Wow, what's taking him so long? It's just a capo."

When he came back, he was carrying a guitar case. I said, "That's not a capo."

He looked abashed and said, "No. No, it's not." And pulled out a beauteous Martin, which is a very fine acoustic guitar.

He then played it for me, which took much of the sting out of the fact that he'd just spent a month's mortgage money (his half of it, anyway) on an impulse purchase.

I tell you this story because I just went into the bike shop for a headlight to replace the one I lost yesterday ($14), and came out with a vintage Italian track bike frame. Ahem.

Then I called Boywich and said, "Hey! I just went in for a headlight and came out with a Cinelli." He said, "That's it. You're gone. Toast."

Yes indeed, my friend. Excuse me now while I go order a rare vintage French crankset.