Hey, Patrick:
Thanks! I've been riding this bike, mostly as it is, for 34 years or so now. And it brings me as much joy now, maybe more, than it ever has. That's a great gift and I'm thankful for the gifts (of any kind actually).
The crank is what makes this thing possible just now. I built this frame up with mostly Campy bits, save for some Suntour I thought worked better, like Superbe Pro rear derailed, aero levers (even back that far) but the rest is all Campy, brakes, seat post, C-Record hubs. Did have Cinelli stem and bars, but alas, need a little higher now so beautiful Nitto fills the bill. Actually, Nitto so much prettier than Cinelli anyway, haha!
Crank is IRD Campy copy, but 94 BCD which allows 30 inner and in the North Georgia mountains, I need every gear-inch I can get!! BTW, the dearly departed and sorely missed Jon Williams (RIP) MR. DRILLIUM REVIVAL, often used these for his creations. It is beautifully finished out of the box, as nice as any you've seen, and he then tuned them into exquisite rolling works of metallic art. He's got plenty of FLIKR images, treat yourself sometime when you're not too busy.
And last but not least, I've been fussing over and cleaning bikes for a long time. It's quite the habit, probably not one a normal person would want to cultivate. I vividly recall polishing the chrome chainring on my first bike, a second-hand 20"er, until I could see myself in it like a mirror. I must have been about 5 years old. All these years later, I'm still at it. BTW, I'm no longer embarrassed and certainly not apologetic as I have been in the past. I am what I am.
A well-bred race bike, a stage race bike like one is, is a joy to ride. It goes straight down the road and the harder you push and stomp on it, the straighter it goes. (I've often thought I could easily ride this bike no-handed with my eyes closed.) Of course, in its day, Paramount was as fine a racing bicycle as any in the world. Probably at the very top of its game, if you consider fit and finish, e.g. paint, chrome. Here it is 35 years later, and not a spot of decay or tarnish or blemish of any kind. And it has been ridden, not a garage queen. That what my little obsessions get me and for that I'm also grateful.
It is Thanksgiving time, right?