I think this was my first love...

... or hopeless infatuation, whichever you prefer: an '88 Miyata 1200 (three years younger and two notches down from my current Team Miyata, for those of you keeping count). From day one, she electrified my formerly staid existence with her aura of glamour. When we'd go out on the town, I couldn't help but notice (with shame) the painful incongruity between her elegant midnight blue attire and my own shabby garb. But like all grande dames, she had what it took to make a man out me. Soon I was strutting with a confidence and élan that I'd never before known. Even after some tempestuous months, during which we'd hardly deign to acknowledge each other's presence, I swore I'd never leave her. But the curse that follows all young men would not spare me. Soon my wandering eye was captivated by another svelte creature and in a fit of untempered jealously she left me...

Here's to you, milady! May your days be enchanted and your nights bewitching.