Don’t worry this little piece of MTB heaven will not become a blow by blow account of my new vocation. No that will be for Twitter once it stops eating my SMS…
So a great first week, despite just one day of disaster. I have remembered two things about bike shops since starting:
- You really really need to be able to drink an unending amount of tea. I think I might have actually have tea in my bronchiolli now. In fact I’m inventing a new disease; Tea Lung.
- Bike shops are hyper-strength magnets for all types of crazie. We are mecca for all types of numpty. From the know it all name dropper “Brant asked me to test a frame but I had to turn him down because I’m so hardcore there isn’t a material built for my mad skillz…” to the constant decider “Hmm, I would buy this one if the wheels only had purple anodised nipples”
My disaster day involved rounding off a bolt that really needed to come out involving a scary use of drill and hardened bit. Not realising a wheel had a 7speed cassette and I’d put it on a 8speed body sans spacer and another few hours of minor feck ups. Thankfully the rest of the week has been exactly what I hoped and expected it to be…
Fat Lad
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