John

I’m a gear head.  My father calls me a “gear freak” which is perhaps more apt.  This whole blog is a panegyric to gear and those who can’t do without it.  In a way we suffer from monomania with gear always on our mind.  Can you blame us?  While somebody might espouse wonderment at their new iPod, we laud the diamantine, iridescent shimmer coming off our GPS unit on a crisp December morning.