“My Friend Wants Your Bike.”

That’s what my college roommate, Leslie, said to two triathletes as she walked by with her two Boston terriers. Leslie is not a triathlete. She’s a poet. But she gets me. She knows how much I’m pining for a Cervelo P2C or P3C. So when she saw two ladies in this small Pennsylvania town with not one, but both of those bikes, she couldn’t help but blurt it out – “My friend wants your bike.” I can only imagine their initial looks. What? Leslie explained. It didn’t take them long to realize that no, I wasn’t going to travel 3,000 miles to take their bikes. I simply have a bad case of bike lust. Apparently, they get me, too. “Tell her, these are great bikes,” they said enthusiastically.

Hearing about this exchange made my day. It reminded me of the time my parents brought me back some amazing advertising annuals from a London vacation at the early stage of my advertising career. Or the times that my West Coast friends have called me out of the blue to tell me that curling, Syracuse basketball, the Red Sox or a Patriots game are on TV. I guess when I look at it that way, drooling from long distance isn’t so bad.