I should preface this by saying that I'm married to the bestest wife in the whole world.
We will be celebrating our 29th (year!) anniversary soon. I told her I wanted a new road bike. I've been studying and came to the conclusion that the LeMond Reno is a ton of bike for the money.
My wife spoke with The Turk, a hard core hammerhead that I don't always get along with. "Tell your husband he needs a really expensive bike. He has an inner roadie that needs to be released".
So we're driving down to the LBS. I tell her a Reno would suit my needs. She starts telling me I need a much more expensive bike. I tell her about the law of diminishing returns, that beyond a certain quality level that you're just getting bling.
I ride the Reno for about 45 minutes. I love it. It feels like a jet fighter compared to my Wahoo. It climbs like a scalded monkey and is stable at speed. It has a bit of roadbuzz. Not bad, though.
When I return to the LBS, awaiting me is a Lemond Buenos Aires.
"Just try it once", my wife says. The salesman winks.
So I go do the same course on the B.A. It handles about the same. Climbs even better because it's a bit lighter. But the huge difference is in the comfort. Minimal roadbuzz. Handled chip-and-fill crap with ease.
It also had a 53/39 chainring. Not for me. I can get up the hills but I need the comfort of some nice low sit and spin gears.
"Well, how did you like it?" asks the saleman, as if there's a chance I don't like it as much as the Reno. He has been brainwashing my wife the entire time I've been gone. She has her checkbook out (I can't afford full carbon, but if she's gonna pay for it......)
Within five minutes I going through the store looking for red cages, red gloves, red helmet, and red jerseys, to match the red paint of the Buenos Aires. If you're going over to the Dark Side, there's no use fighting it. Resistence is futile.
The bike gets in Monday (because I wanted a triple).
Did I say that I have the greatest wife in the universe?