My 1994 Trek 950 takes me to and from work four or five days a week. From 1994 to about 2002 it was my only bike (I have three now). I used it on Vancouver’s North Shore trails, for bike touring on the Gulf Islands, on “epic” cross-country rides in the BC Interior, and as a commuter. I have logged thousands of kilometres on it. The only original components are the frame, cranks and seatpost and, since I only use it for commuting and touring now, I wish I still had the original rigid fork. Many years ago, when the rear derailleur broke, I asked the bike shop to replace it with an XT derailleur. The shop called later that day and asked, nicely, if I really wanted to put on a derailleur that was worth more than the bike? Point taken. I went with LX. This bike doesn’t get the care it deserves. I don’t wash it. I lube the chain every couple of weeks, patch flats, and fix things when they break or wear out. Pam and I both use our old mountain bikes as city bikes now. We reason that having them stolen, which is always a risk in Vancouver, wouldn’t hurt as much as having our newer mountain bikes or road bikes stolen. Yet this bike has outlasted most of my possessions, and even some relationships. I suspect the end of this road is nowhere in sight.