It's all Nikon's fault. 🙂
Once upon a time I was the happy owner of a Nikon F80, so when I finally succumbed to Digital's siren song I decided that the upcoming D200 would be just the thing. And I waited for it to hit the shelves. And I waited. And waited. And... and one day while I was scouring the classifieds for a sniff of a D200, I spotted an ad for a second-hand FM3A. And, on a whim, I bought it.
I loved it.
A compact, simple, elegant camera that was nonetheless extremely capable, that gave me just enough automation when I wanted it and full manual control when I needed it; what's not to love? It gave me a taste for manually-operated film cameras that pushed back the purchase of my first digicam by a couple of years, and when I did finally pick a dSLR it was a little Pentax K100D - the Nikon I'd lusted after now felt like a brick in my hands.
And so I carried the little Nikon with me everywhere, and looked harder at the film world, and as I did so I ran across an American website showing this weird-looking Japanese rangefinder from a company I'd never heard of and with a name I'd believed had died a century ago at least; and I thought, "I fancy giving that a go." And that's how the R3A/40mm Nokton was my introduction to r/f cameras.
So, of course, GAS kicked in.
I picked up a few lenses here, and a few accessories there, and maybe one or two more cameras along the way; and one day I happened upon an advert from the London Camera Exchange for a single-stroke M3 with 50mm rigid Summicron, tidy and working and all for the princely sum of £600. Well, what's a body to do?
And Lord! did that Leica feel good in the hands. It didn't take over immediately but as the months went by - and as I became more interested in medium-format photography - small-format work usually meant walking the M3. My FM3A may have been traded away for a Pentax 645N, and the Voigtlander helped pay for a Mamiya RZ67 Pro II, and a fair number of other cameras have come and gone; but that M3 keeps rattling along by my side, and it's picked up a few siblings over the years.
So yeah - all your fault, Nikon, for being so slow with your damned D200.