At my first bike shop job a long time ago I worked for an eccentric (to put it nicely) guy who had a full Campy tool kit. He would take the grease out of brand new hubs, no matter who made them and overhaul the hub with "Campy peanut butter grease" before the wheels even rolled a single outdoor revolution. This level of commitment fascinated me, the maintenance habit and the dedication to detail intrigued me. Today I have a bit of that, only directed inward, careful to a fault not to use a glass that has been used by someone else, acutely aware of being full and how that slows and detracts from the digestion process. Cognizant of all of it and trying not to acknowledge my growing neurosis. I like that level of dedication, who cares what it yields, it feels good inside. I went back out for another hour in the Rain/Graupel today because I had had too many afternoon snacks and not enough riding. The field gets plowed regardless, I can only hope the tractor is ready.