Sheldon--that brings up another point... I'm sure I've posted this before. Several years ago, I was on a bike tour with my kids. I was on my old Univega (cracked a rear rim on my Terry days before and couldn't get a replacement), one son was on a Huffy mountain bike, another on a cheapo road bike. This guy starts riding with us, going on and on about this other guy riding a really expensive bike, how he would be a much better rider if he were on such a great bike, etc, etc, etc. I just looked at him and said "yah, a great bike might help, but ya still gotta do the training". So we get to the next rest stop. And there sits "The Bike". So this guy about wets himself, asking whose bike that was. Oh, that guy got sagged in... I just looked at Mr. Mouth and said "It ain't the bike", and walked off. My kids and I did 62m that day. I think the kids were 10 and 12yo.