My bicycles. Sort of like a young lover. You spend money on it and you tell yourself it is for the greater good of the relationship. You tell yourself it loves you back. You are never truly sure how it feels about you. After hot sweaty nights you are glad it is there, and you couldn’t do with out it. You think about it when you are doing something else, you daydream about spending time with it. You miss it on rainy days and when you are away. Just when you think everything is going great, something goes wrong. Somebody takes it away or it costs you money. You can’t stop though, you don’t even want to.