on appliance compliance
run what you brung
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.
I could own four more and customize them with a couple of thousand dollars of upgrades on each of them.
A lot of this is about fitting in.
Which is funny given the fact that I typically gravitate to shaggy bike mechanic types who are less societal outcast than. those who’ve cast society aside themselves.
On the epic ride I figured I’d be trying to catch up with a bunch of guys who are underbiked with skinny tires looking for efficency.
What I found was a bunch of dudes with tubalard tires.
My 1.75” tires looked down right anorexic beside The Wizzard’s 2.5’s
When I showed up for the ride, I’d fallen into the trap of thinking that I could spend my way to speed.
I forgot something important that Zeke always says:
Don’t look to the appliance for compliance.
Run what you brung.
