There's a small bike shop right by my office that gives me really low rates on everything. They operate out of a converted garage and sell me replacement parts at about half-off. I was feeling a bit guilty about the prices the other day. I know how hard it is to run a bike shop and stay in business, and their prices need to be higher if they're going to make it. Then it occurred to me that maybe the bike shop was just a front for a drug dealing operation. I never see anyone else in the bike shop, they always hustle me out the door with whatever I need at half-price, and they're somehow still in business. Now I'm thinking they should be offering me even better deals.
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