I am lusting after an Anthem 29er and keep doing some creative maths to persuade myself I can afford it, including selling my Swift, Superlight and carbon road bike but then I always realise that it is only one bike and no way will it ever be worth three bikes.
Then I think… well it costs me quite a lot to maintain five bikes and keep them running nicely, maybe if I just cut down to the Giant, a CX bike and a fixie I could keep them in the style to which my wife would like to become accustomed and I have to fight that one off too.
Then I think, ooh, wouldn’t it be nice, it is another NEW bike and will be so much better than my others.
The way to eliminate this urge once and for all is to confide my urges to my wife and then flee! As it happens, I quite like the fantasy of buying the new bike, wheeling it out of the shop, driving to the nearest trails and riding like a God.
Isn’t reality a bitch?