Grrr...aarrgh!
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darkemeraldsI am SO FRUSTRATED! After spending a big part of my day off today fixing the ninth (or was it the tenth?) flat tire of Clyde's short life, I took him out for a ride. The tire sprang a hissing leak again just I was sailing across the Rose Quarter Transit Center, a point about equidistant from home and work.
I walked Clyde for several blocks, but guess what? Walking a bike with a totally flat tire is exhausting, annoying and embarrassing! So I locked him up at the mall, caught a bus home, drove back, and nearly cried trying to get Clyde disassembled so I could squeeze his carcass variously into the back seat and the trunk of my car.
Both wheels had to come off. The seat had to come off. The rearview mirror broke. The chain may or may not still be on the sprockets.
I was so angry and frustrated that I was gonna back up to the bike shop door, pop the trunk, and say, "Charge me whatever you want, just put it back together and make the fucking tires not go fucking flat all the fucking time."
But I didn't. I took the rear wheel in, explained how many flats I've had, and begged the mechanic for a valid diagnosis of the problem, which is rapidly making me afraid to ride my bike.
His answer: defective inner tube. That was a new one. And, "I ride the best bikes in the world, and I had one last summer that got a flat every week. It was just a run of bad luck." So, you know, imagine how it's going to be with not the best bike in the world...
At least he didn't charge me.
Clyde's body parts are still out in my car. Tomorrow, in the precious, precious daylight, I shall put him together again and try to go for a ride. Cross your fingers.
I walked Clyde for several blocks, but guess what? Walking a bike with a totally flat tire is exhausting, annoying and embarrassing! So I locked him up at the mall, caught a bus home, drove back, and nearly cried trying to get Clyde disassembled so I could squeeze his carcass variously into the back seat and the trunk of my car.
Both wheels had to come off. The seat had to come off. The rearview mirror broke. The chain may or may not still be on the sprockets.
I was so angry and frustrated that I was gonna back up to the bike shop door, pop the trunk, and say, "Charge me whatever you want, just put it back together and make the fucking tires not go fucking flat all the fucking time."
But I didn't. I took the rear wheel in, explained how many flats I've had, and begged the mechanic for a valid diagnosis of the problem, which is rapidly making me afraid to ride my bike.
His answer: defective inner tube. That was a new one. And, "I ride the best bikes in the world, and I had one last summer that got a flat every week. It was just a run of bad luck." So, you know, imagine how it's going to be with not the best bike in the world...
At least he didn't charge me.
Clyde's body parts are still out in my car. Tomorrow, in the precious, precious daylight, I shall put him together again and try to go for a ride. Cross your fingers.
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