Friday, September 24, 2010

If At First You Don't Succeed.

It's far too early to give up on the idea of dragging my dog around with a fishing pole. I have too much invested. V2 is curing.

Same deal, different sleeve, different pole . . .

What's even more different this time, though, is that I saved the warranty card. Here's to hoping I don't havta go all ballistic when the claims process turns contentious . . .

I tried to do some online research on fishing rod strength, but I quickly fell asleep. All I know is that the last rod was very obviously a cheap turd and I knew there had to be a better rod out there and I went to a big box outdoor hunting-fishing-type store and looked at the massive rack of rods and applied my keen eye and superior analytical skills and then I picked out one that was on sale for 50% off.

But I will say this. I have zero interest in hunting or fishing which is not to say that either are bad things, just not my things. And it's quite an experience walking into a store that is built around catering to a group of highly emotional nerds when you have abosolutely no emotional attachment to that particular group of nerds. I saw some rods that cost $400. At a big box discount store. That means there must be guys out there building custom ones for two grand. For a damn fishing pole. Holy living hell.

And it was like looking in the mirror, because the non-bikey fisherman who walks into the equivalent big-box bike store (which doesn't yet exist because we're niche compared to the big-time business of fishing, but let's just say REI for purposes of discussion) and sees a $1500 road bike and says WTF, for a damn bike? And then extrapolates that there must be specialty guys out there building $15K bikes, which is true, and leaves with his head spinning.

We would both say that things have gotten a little out of hand in terms of the marketing tail wagging the consumer dog.

Holy krap, I've gotten carried away, what am I doing. Please disregard. I've got my eye on a coupla carbon fiber bottle cages to help lighten up the karate monkey. Those are pretty much the last thing I need, though, so after that, I'd like to talk to you about how crazy the whole bike business has become.


Hank said...

When you make your warranty claim I'm sure someone's going to say, "Wait a second. Let me stop you right there. You did what?"

Traditional Bike Club Curmudgeon said...

When it breaks and you file a claim, tell them that you had a Squalidae on.

Anonymous said...

Choose a line with a test rated lower than your rod.

True, you'll lose your, um, "fish" when the line breaks, but you'll spare your equipment.

Otherwise, get a pole made for hauling in marlin.

"Brandy wears a braided chain made of finest silver from the north of Spain"

Pat S said...

And the master said, "Brandy,
What a good dog you'd be (what a good dog you'd be)
If you'd just pretend you're the
chicken of the sea," doo-doo doo doo,
doo, doo-doo doo doo . . .