Just watched a stranger ride my bike down the driveway. He was like an excited kid, nervous, even though he's ridden many bikes over his 60 years. As the bike, no longer my bike, disappeared down the street, I felt a sense of relief, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I remember having the same feeling when an old girlfriend moved out of my house many years ago. She was nice looking, smart, did everything well, and she sure could cook-but not in the kitchen! However, there was never a comfortable connection between us; there was always an uneasiness that I felt in my gut. When she moved out, I wanted to feel sad, but instead I felt relieved. I had that feeling tonight. So it turned out to be the same way with this bike. It was a sharp-looking and beautiful bike; strong, quick, smooth, doing everything I wanted it to do. No real complaints. There was nothing wrong with the ST, it just wasn't the right one for me.