I was just in Trader Joe's. The young man, probably 22 or 23, working in the wine section asked what kind of camera I had over my shoulder. His eyes lit up when I told him a Leica M2. He said he started out shooting digital (obviously, I thought!), but in high school he was given his Dad's Nikon slr and really fell in love with film, especially b&w. He said he now has an Olympus XA that he uses a lot, and is saving up for a medium format camera.
Of course what he didn't know was that I'd spent all morning leading up to our conversation trying to convince myself that I should part with one of my M's--the aforementioned M2--to fund the purchase of my first "real" digital camera, probably a Fuji ex-1. But this is a tough sell for me. Early this morning I went out with a roll of Ektar 100 with the intention of going on a nice walk about the length of, oh, say, 37 or 38 frames. The pace of knowing I was going to shoot just those frames and nothing more was very rhythmic and relaxing--and challenging in its limitation.
There is so much more to film than image quality. If it was purely IQ, I am not sure I would struggle with this decision so much. But I enjoy everything about the film process (ok, except scanning, blah) and I truly have an emotional attachment to my M2. It's been all over the place with me, and it's beautiful to hold and make pictures with.