Call me what you will but I have no problems admitting I am a bike snob. Now I am not as bad a snob as some of my friends (not naming any names, Scott) but there are some crimes so hideous that they simply cannot be ignored...

My last girlfriend used to always make fun of me because I constantly looked at other bikes whenever we went anywhere. Most of the time she was amused, if not confused, about my behaviour. However, on occasions she would get annoyed with me and call me a bike snob. This happened whenever I would shake my head in disdain and comment about some cheap department store bike that caught my eye. An all too frequently occurrence in this town. Now the bikes that did catch my attention weren't the general run of the mill cheap crappy bikes, but real pieces of works, and I mean absolutely nothing good when I say pieces of work; I will get into that shortly.