...surely no harm to dream of a boike-mit-Rohloff --
My dreams of Rohloff are always preceded by that horrid moment as I jumped the kerb on my last derailleur bike and, as I posted over the bump, the derailleurs and chainring folded under me and I came to within a fraction of painful cosmetic surgery to correct the effects of a face-plant. I was only about fifty paces from my LBS, so I dragged the inoperable bike with the locked rear wheel in there and told him, "Take it or trash it, but order me a bike without all that incompetent crap." Smartest thing I ever did. It led, eventually, to obtaining a bike that didn't trash my back every time I rode even as far as the garage to inflate the tyres, and of course that bike was bought, among other good reasons, for its Rohloff, a win-win for me.
