I had no motor due to a more complicated than expected MOT and my parts delivery for my installation didn’t arrive at the workshop. There were two choices, cancel the rest of the day due to poor ticket sales or get my bike wheel fixed (see the posts below).
I live within walking distance of a bike shop, Magic Cycles at Bowling Basin, I phoned them up and “Bring it along ” John said. I took off my tyre, cassette and disc, gave the wheel a clean up and headed out.
I took a detour when I got to the station, over the bridge and down to the harbour wall. The harbour is filling up with wrecks again, I think Clyde Port are happy with that, the more wrecks there are the less landfill they’ll have to buy to fill the harbour in and build houses on it. Bastards.
The path’s getting overgrown, folk aren’t using it like they used to. As a kid I was up and down there all the time. Children are more fragile these days apparently. Mmmff.
I arrived at the shop to be greeted by three wee dugs and my wheel was taken off me and put into the wheel truing stand. It was savable, and it would be saved right now while I waited.
The wheel was fixed long before I left, it was fixed and sitting on the floor before I had a coffee and caught up on local gossip and the wrongs of the world as well as the occasional right.
You don’t get this stuff shopping on the internet, the LBS – Local Bike Shop is a vital institution.
Evan’s tendrils are creeping ever wider and Chain Reaction’s internet absorbing warehouse can now be seen from space it’s so big. Glasgow is now devoid of independent outdoor shops and it’s a tragedy, the result of which is bland conformity in kit choice in the stores.
We’ll only have ourselves to blame if it happens to the bike shops.