Bros in bike shops that tell my wife she doesn't need the pedals she came in for, she doesn't need such a big bike she is test riding (do you get rad? was an actual question after picking a test bike), and question her when she goes into the store to buy downhill tires. Shut the fuck up and just give her the tire. And the dumb bro that handed off her dream bike she just bought (I think it his name was Jason at backcountry.com, it was on the order) like he was handing her a bag of dog food. So much for sharing the stoke, bro, or even offering to set it up a little bit for her.
The nice cool ones are amazing and worth every penny of their paycheck, don't get me wrong. I use them often instead of spending hours online doing research and lean on them heavily!
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