
In a tub full of junk in my basement I found a Star Wars puzzle from my youth. I got to thinking - what's the purpose of puzzles? What's the allure? Why do people like them? Why don't I like them all that much?
I may have found the answer, for me at least. Puzzles are finite. They can only be put together one way. All of the pieces either fit together to form a picture, or they don't.
Now let's compare that to building a mountain bike; My 2004 Gary Fisher Rig is completely different from the day I bought it. Only one piece of the original puzzle still remains - the frame. Which by the way isn't even the original color. Yet, the puzzle fits together perfectly. She is a thing of beauty and grace. She rides like a dream. She is fast. She is comfortable. And the pieces of the puzzle are always changing.
The next piece is the Chris King singlespeed hub I have on the way. I guess I like puzzles, just with interchangeable pieces.