Picture the scene. It's Thursday night at the Masonic Hall some few years ago.
Mr B, a bike designer, dressed in a strange apron) says to his fellow aproned new masonic buddy buddy, "What do you do?"
Mr RS, the fellow aproned new masonic buddy buddy says, "I work for a struggling company who specialise in dropper seatposts for bicycles but we're not doing very well because everyone is designing bikes of the correct size for riders not to need these products".
Mr B (a bike designer) says, "Right, well in the interests of free masonry and the mutually required scrathcing of each others' masonic backs, I'll design bicycles that are far too long and then you can sell a few more of your useless products with extremely sketchy reliability".
Fellow Aproned Masonic Buddy Buddy, "Thanks you're a......masonic buddy"
And they were all happy masonic buddies for ever and ever.
And even the bike riders benefited because they had something else to buy that would let them down in fairly short order, just like chain sucking frames, and they could all moan and secretly hope for something better, which in itself would give them hope for a better future, and thus everyone was much the better for it.
And the world continued to spin and the sun sets set, and the moon shone down. ETC