There's a difference between ranting and hating. I never got the feeling you were hating, jg, but that probably comes from another background I happen to share with you... retail bicycle-shop work.

"I was Just Riding Along when the fork just sort of wilted and choppered way out like this. I had just ridden off the sidewalk onto the grass."

(Uh... oookay, and how many feet was the drop from the sidewalk to the grass at this particular location, sir...?)

"This Schwinn/Raleigh/Trek/Cannondale is a piece of junk! I've been working on the brakes for hours and they don't stop the bike at all!"

(Well, maybe it would work better if the brake cable were routed through the housing stop here... there we go)

"The brakes on my son's bike are locked up. You Worked On It Last, it must be your fault!"

(Um, no, I think the problem is that the bars are spun and the brake cable is wound around the head tube a couple times. *rotates handlebars the other direction* There you go, ma'am. )

And I think we both could go on and on with these! Did I hate my customers? There were a very select few that made me thoroughly exasperated, but mostly they just thought they knew what they were talking about when they didn't. Anyway, you don't come across as hateful, just exasperated. I guess there's always room to be misunderstood, though.