I want to ride my bicycle

A month ago, I met bluedevi straight from collecting her new bike, with an enormous grin, and clearly reluctant to get off the bike and into my car to drive to London. I think if we hadn't had plans, she would just have carried on cycling around Oxford forever.

Since then, whenever I've ridden my bike, I've remembered what she said about discovering new joy in cycling when riding a nice bike, and I've looked sadly at my cheap and battered mountain bike, and dreamed.

smiorgan has two bikes, and has just ordered more bits which look as if they might be taking him towards three, and my bike was looking sadder and more pitiful each time I rode it.

( Can you guess the punchline? )