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Tales of a Bike Shop (that I no longer work at)

Published February 27th, 2012

Once upon a time, we could shirk off most of the shit that we’d catch from customers in between fixing and slinging bikes. Once upon a time, for me at least, I cared a little more.

When this game all started out, it was little things. At first, I’d put stickers on all of the repairs I’d do. Little stickers. Sometimes they were the same color as the bike, so they’d be really hard to see"unless you actually paid attention.

No one ever noticed.

The things that people did pay attention to, the things that brought complaints, were when we removed some of the original packing material that came on their bikes when they were first taken out of the box and assembled at some discount department store. And when they’d get their bikes back, working as well as can be imagined for an eighty dollar mode of transportation, they’d wonder why they didn’t run better.

Today, a woman comes in dressed in denim, boots, and a cowboy hat. She is short. She is loud.

It’s because she’s deaf in one ear, she ...

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Tales of a Bike Shop (that I no longer work at)

Published February 27th, 2012

Once upon a time, we could shirk off most of the shit that we’d catch from customers in between fixing and slinging bikes. Once upon a time, for me at least, I cared a little more.



When this game all started out, it was little things. At first, I’d put stickers on all of the repairs I’d do. Little stickers. Sometimes they were the same color as the bike, so they’d be really hard to see"unless you actually paid attention.

No one ever noticed.

The things that people did pay attention to, the things that brought complaints, were when we removed some of the original packing material that came on their bikes when they were first taken out of the box and assembled at some discount department store. And when they’d get their bikes back, working as well as can be imagined for an eighty dollar mode of transportation, they’d wonder why they didn’t run better.

Today, a woman comes in dressed in denim, boots, and a cowboy hat. She is short. She is loud.

It’s because she’s deaf in one ear, sh ...

Read More →