I recently made what is the largest (or one of the largest) benefit rides in the nation - The Houston -> Austin MS 150 (180 miles - ~290km). This two-day event draws some 13,000 riders out of the woodwork, and you can only imagine some of the things to be seen 'gracing' the roads. All it takes is a bit of a spirited pace, and you'll be rewarded with a virtual treasure of bewildering sights and sounds as you pass riders with aplomb....all day long.
First of all, there were some things to behold, such as a group of 'skateresque' men attempting to do it all on rollerblades, one guy on a unicycle, and a guy on one of these really old time bikes, you know with the huge front wheel and tiny rear wheel. I couldn't help but become concerned about them all as I descended into one long steep section where I reached some 41+mph.
Now, maybe I'm jaded because I've got a top pro-level setup, but I wouldn't be setting off to bike such a long distance with some of the equipment I saw any more than I would attempt to sail a long distance in a Haitian refugee boat. I saw load after load of 'junque', much if it adorned and amended with all sorts of add-on trinkets and gadgets, most of it being cumbersome and inefficient, as well as heavy. Compound all of this rolling salvage with the incredibly poor, inefficient fitting jobs, and no doubt the chiropractors and orthopaedists of Texas will be enjoying great windfalls. I saw terribly low seating positions, knees hanging in the wind, and I know damn good and well they all had sore butts...judging from the frequency of regular clothes being worn and the sold-out status for padded saddle covers I noticed (with much amusement) at the overnight stopping point.
And if the first 100 miles wasn't enough, I witnessed many if not most of them embarking for the more difficult (hilly) of the two course options on the second day (80 miles). While I hit the steep sections on the fly, downshifting to my 39X23 and diverting my attention from the difficulty of the effort by imagining myself on the slopes of Alpe D'Huez, I couldn't help but notice the droves of would be riders, trudging along on foot as they towed their 35lb scrap metal machines over each hill, catching their breath on the crests and making excuses to kill time by making a cell phone call. While I was rejoicing in the benefit of my pricey lightweight wheelset (Hyperons) I was having to shout "On Your Right!" with every breath (which undoubtedly adds to one's aerobic conditioning - try it sometime), while occasionally hearing a half-hearted plea for a 'tow rope' or something similar from a distressed rider.
On the descents, the combination of heavy frames, poor brakes and cheap tires resulted in a good few crashes...I witnessed two broken collarbones in the making on that day. Enough said.
It is because of such experiences that I say to all of thee who make great sacrifices for the sake of investing in quality hardware to enhance his own cycling experience as well as indirectly enhancing the same for all of those around him...
God Bless You!!