Fresh donuts cost more from my dealer than from 1-800-CHI-NTZY, but mine get mounted, computer spin-balanced and properly torqued by Sandra or Ben. While smart guys wait four days for the UPS truck, the Idiot spends 40 minutes sipping Seattle's Best and lying to noobs. In kindly weather, I might ravish a testbike. Meanwhile, my tires materialize without nicked rims and the wheel weights don't hit me in the ass 10 miles down the road. Yeah, they're better wrenches than I am. Faster, too.