Isn't it hilarious how some folks think dropping big bucks on a fancy bike magically turns them into cycling gods? Like, does a Wilier Triestina really make you fly up the climbs, or does it just make you feel like a superstar while you’re still huffing and puffing? For real, how much can the weight of a frame and a cushy seat cushion the reality of your own two legs? And let's not even get started on handling—what if that sleek ride handles like a brick when things get sketchy? Isn't it a bit rich to chase comfort when you might struggle just keeping the wheels down? Seems like a slippery slope, investing in bling when you might be better off mastering the basics first. Are riders just chasing a shiny badge of honor while neglecting the grind? Is the pursuit of “endurance” just a fancy excuse for dodging the hard work?