Somebody complimented my bike the other day.
It was great compliment. They loved the way she looked, they liked the gearing, they said, "There's a lot of great stuff going on here." They admired the frame and the way the cables were run.
I kept alternating between, "Oh, that old thing," and "You are a prince among men, sir, to recognize this jewel for her true value."
It's even sweeter because I* built my bike.
When I said "I" what I mean is that my boyfriend told me what to do and then I did it, and sometimes he did it, and occasionally the guy at the shop took mercy on us and he did it. But I totally built my bike.