It’s almost as if steel wants to please us. Like a good dog, more than anything else, steel just seems to want to be what we want it to be. For building bicycles, there isn’t anything to compare. I like working with steel. I like looking at it and touching it and coaxing the shapes I need from it. Watching my hack saw cut a neat kerf, a sharp drill bit spiral out a pretty curlicue, or a miter emerge from under a file: these are the things that make me feel lucky to work with steel. Melting silver and brass with no more heat than needed, while not being stingy with the flame, and inviting it, coaxing that little puddle of molten wonder to take its place in the frame: man, for some of us, there’s nothing to compare. Well, riding a really nice bicycle, riding it when you’re in shape, riding when your body and your bicycle will do what your courage and grace ask of them, well, dang, that’s pretty cool too.