I like it because at 220 and disabled, I'm not going to be racing any time soon. I can happily put in 50 miles, I just do it at a very leisurely pace for some.... with coffee and apple pie breaks at cute cafes. All that "zomg I have a X gram front derailleur" stuff is for the birdies. Dude, my apple pie weighs more than your derailleur... and if I add some whipped cream it might beat your rear derailleur too.