The Remarkable Fools Letter

The Remarkable Fools Letter

on appliance compliance

run what you brung

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Jim Dalling
Apr 22, 2025
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My dad didn’t get a bike until he was in his fifties.

I bought a bike. It cost ten bucks. I rode it across the street to Steve’s house. That was enough for me. Then I gave it to your cousin Wade.

My dad’s not a cyclist. He’s a golfer.

He’s had a hell of a lot of putters.

This one Jimmy, the balance of it feels just right. There’s no way I miss with this putter.

Drivers too.

You thought that my last Big Bertha was big? This is the biggest ever. It’s got a custom shaft and grips. It’ll rip the hide of any ball. I’m going to set the course on fire this year.

Golfers are always after any incremental advantage they can find.

To them any improvement is worth the ‘investment’ -

Baby formula? That’s an unnecessary frill when you could carve a couple of strokes off your handicap.

PT Barnum with his belief about the birth rate of suckers only wishes he lived in this day and age of golf marketing.

Riding bikes?

It’s no different.

Carbon fiber rims? The ‘right tires for the ride’?

Currently I own four bikes.

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