
which just goes on

and on.

I'm not here to trash Enigma; they've done that to themselves, at least in this particular case. For any Enigma riders out there – and I know there are plenty of you – I wish you and your bike all health and happiness. But I've got a little story to tell that anyone considering some shiny new ti may want to take into consideration before parting with their cash. Because you may turn into me.
It starts 10 years ago, when I fell in love with an Esprit. You may recognise the guy who sold it to me: Mark Reilly, sadly no longer with us.

He measured me for a custom build which provided five years of pleasurable riding before disaster first struck (that's a link to my account at road.cc).

This was repaired under their lifetime warranty (which they later changed to 10 years). It really should've been replaced, but that wasn't my call.
Fast forward to last year, when the dropout gave out.

They repaired that too, but I don't think they were happy to see me again. Alas, they'd see me again. Here's another shot, because I still can't quite get over the utter devastation:

Call me slow, but it finally dawned on me that I'd gotten one of these:

That's what warranties are for, right? It transpires I'd worn mine out, "lifetime" or no lifetime. I'm not naive enough to think such a warranty covers me till the end of time, but surely a decade is way too young to die; not to mention that atrocious track record.
They want me to give them £600 to build a replacement frame. Some people have told me this is a bargain. I'd agree with them if it weren't for that pesky warranty, which was one of the main reasons I chose them in the first place. It's also a matter of principle, and doing right by a customer who's surely suffered enough.
Anyway, could you imagine what would happen if I gave them yet more money [to be clear: not going to happen] and needed yet another warranty repair? I shudder to think of it.
So, life goes on without my Enigma. I'm thinking of turning it into a modern art installation and flogging it to the Tate.