I get home tonight and find there's less room than usual at my usual locking up spot.  I have to stick mine in between two others, mixing up handlebars and touching rear ends.  I'm usually not so crazy about intimate contact with other city dwellers, but these dwellers are squeaky clean and pretty attractive.  

The party has been invaded by a couple of a flashy, beautiful broads.  Shiny brand new roadsters, one white, one black.  The black one is completely tricked out – a rack, a basket, fenders, a rubber-covered u-lock, an elasticised strap.  And that seat!  Classy brown leather look and the springiest springy shocks. I could ride to Vancouver on that thing.  The tires have those sticky outy rubber protusions are all over them, I don't think they've ridden a block.  I can't believe that bike is parked outside. In downtown Toronto.

I lock up my dusty old olive green Chevy and wish the new Beemer owners many miles of happy riding.  And I covet those shiny fenders.