I was out riding last weekend with a friend in Santa Cruz. He went from Campy to a SRAM bike. Before this happened the discussion was always about how terrible SRAM sounded. Typical American ideology went into building that groupset - throw some fancy skin deep graphics on something and it's bound to sell, regardless of how good it may or may not be.
All the groupsets out there have their own peculiarities. I made a genius metaphor to describe the three major ones - inspired by the comment from my riding partner in reference to campy that, "you have to talk nicely to it in order to make it shift."
I replied that, "Yeah, SRAM is like your mexican gardner. You can pick it up at any hardware store, not pay a whole lot for it, and be satisfied but not totally thrilled; Shimano is like a factory of Japanese seamstresses - they work great all the time, every time; and Campy is like an expensive Italian hooker - you gotta show her a good time, buy her a nice dinner, talk nicely to her and maybe she'll work, but at the end of the day you're going to pay a lot of money and you only get fucked."
That pretty much gets to the bottom of it.
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