Thank you, tent, for not collapsing in those ice and snow storms and for all those bugs and rodents you kept off me while I slept. I hope you are not too jealous of the tarp I usually use instead of you. She may be lighter, but you're a whole lot sexier.
And thanks, backpack, for helping me carry all my shit. You get really uncomfortable sometimes, but I know it's not you; it's all that shit and all those miles.
For the record: No one needs a hand-built custom bike frame. No one.