I ride a Cannondale right now, a very nice looking hybrid, an "Adventure 700," with 27" (kind of) narrow tires but an upright seating position. It's black with nice bar ends and pumps and water bottles and a frame pump hanging off it all over. I have old (REALLY old!) Look pedals from the dim dawn of the clipless pedal age in the early '80s. I also have this wonderful Ti-Tec titanium handlebar on it -- you would be amazed how much the feeling of a bike changes when you swap out a heavy steel handlebar for a titanium or (like my wife has, an Easton) carbon fiber handlebar!
It has these old Avocet tires that are practically slicks, but I have had those for many years now and have yet to suffer a flat with them. I don't think they've made them for years. They have an odd tread pattern, sort of like a single, continuous sine wave. Although they're clinchers I can (and do) pump them up over 120 psi without any problems.
Cannondales have their drawbacks, particularly their aluminum frames that lets your butt feel every little grain of asphalt. It has Weinmann wheels that stay true despite massive abuse. I still, believe it or not, have a steel crank on it (21-speeds with the triple front and 7-cog cassette).
Now, I'm really a Fuji guy in exile. I rode Fujis for most of my biking life, starting with a late-'70s S-10S, the first bike sold in stores with a 12-speed freewheel. That bike was the best bargain I ever got, $225 for a bike that I wouldn't have sold for $1,200, it was that sweet! Later on I had a Fuji Opus III, a bike that, when I would take it into the shop, the cognoscenti would ooh and ahh over it (but I liked my S10-S better). And then, during the mountain bike craze (what WERE we city folk thinking?) I got an '86 Fuji Suncrest that was nearly as sweet as my S-10S until I broke the frame tromping it on the C&O Canal Towpath in the heavily rutted wild areas above Seneca.
I just went into the shop where I bought the S10-S and Opus III yesterday. They still sell Fujis but they had this Orbea that made me suffer a few pangs of unrequited bike lust. At $4,500, though, I can endure a VERY great lack of requition!
Now if the weather would just warm up a bit, maybe I could do as Gene Autrey once urged, get back in the saddle again.