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Sep. 30th, 2005 08:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chaobellGuess what blew out AGAIN on the way home? Go on, guess! If you said "Sarah's back tire," go get yourself a fucking cookie!
So I'd been meaning to take the bike in to get looked at for a couple of weeks now, because maybe I was just being paranoid and having flashbacks to a pedal and the gears attached to it just up and falling off one day with the old bike, but it's been feeling a little wobblier than I thought it should lately. However, I wasn't exactly planning on it TODAY.
Mom arrived with truck, and off we went to the shop. Bike went into the back, and I explained its ailments, and expressed concern that the back tube seemed to be blowing out so often, told them to put the best damn tube they had on it ($6) and then went to look at jerseys that cost more than my average light bill. Seriously, what the fuck is so special about a bike jersey that makes it worth $80!?
A few minutes later, the guy comes out carrying my rear tire to show me that this time, at least, the tube had a good excuse for blowing--apparently, I'd picked up a fucking NAIL.
"You're gonna need a new tire," he said.
Aaaaaaaah!!!
Okay, okay, the tire is ten bucks, that's fine.
A few minutes later, the guy comes out again. "There's a big problem with the crank," he said.
Oh shit.
So he took me back to look at my poor bike with its little feet up in the stirrups. "This whole cartridge is totally worn out," he said. "It's gonna be about $30, and $10 for labor."
AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
"Assuming I've got one."
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!
Well, I had to do it, that's my car, man. Fuck, and here I wanted to go to B&N and get sushi tomorrow on account of having saved a decent chunk of play money from my last paycheck. Oh well.
So I went outside to burn one, then came back in and looked at some really cute cruisers. I think I would never actually buy a cruiser myself, but these were all pearl pink with little fake motorcycle-esqe gas tanks and valve caps shaped like bowling pins and stuff. They also had those chopper bikes, which look uncomfortable as hell but really damn cool.
And then here came the bike. I pulled out my wallet and gritted my teeth.
"Well, we didn't have the cartridge, but I put some new bearings in and rebuilt yours as best I could, that should hold you for now, and it's only $4."
THANK YOU OH THANK YOU I WILL NEVER CALL YOUR BOSS "JERKFACE" AGAIN THANK YOU THANK YOU.
So the bike is feeling much better now. Now all I need to do is put a new seat on it, because Mini-Me has decided it's fun to sharpen her claws on.
So I'd been meaning to take the bike in to get looked at for a couple of weeks now, because maybe I was just being paranoid and having flashbacks to a pedal and the gears attached to it just up and falling off one day with the old bike, but it's been feeling a little wobblier than I thought it should lately. However, I wasn't exactly planning on it TODAY.
Mom arrived with truck, and off we went to the shop. Bike went into the back, and I explained its ailments, and expressed concern that the back tube seemed to be blowing out so often, told them to put the best damn tube they had on it ($6) and then went to look at jerseys that cost more than my average light bill. Seriously, what the fuck is so special about a bike jersey that makes it worth $80!?
A few minutes later, the guy comes out carrying my rear tire to show me that this time, at least, the tube had a good excuse for blowing--apparently, I'd picked up a fucking NAIL.
"You're gonna need a new tire," he said.
Aaaaaaaah!!!
Okay, okay, the tire is ten bucks, that's fine.
A few minutes later, the guy comes out again. "There's a big problem with the crank," he said.
Oh shit.
So he took me back to look at my poor bike with its little feet up in the stirrups. "This whole cartridge is totally worn out," he said. "It's gonna be about $30, and $10 for labor."
AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
"Assuming I've got one."
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!
Well, I had to do it, that's my car, man. Fuck, and here I wanted to go to B&N and get sushi tomorrow on account of having saved a decent chunk of play money from my last paycheck. Oh well.
So I went outside to burn one, then came back in and looked at some really cute cruisers. I think I would never actually buy a cruiser myself, but these were all pearl pink with little fake motorcycle-esqe gas tanks and valve caps shaped like bowling pins and stuff. They also had those chopper bikes, which look uncomfortable as hell but really damn cool.
And then here came the bike. I pulled out my wallet and gritted my teeth.
"Well, we didn't have the cartridge, but I put some new bearings in and rebuilt yours as best I could, that should hold you for now, and it's only $4."
THANK YOU OH THANK YOU I WILL NEVER CALL YOUR BOSS "JERKFACE" AGAIN THANK YOU THANK YOU.
So the bike is feeling much better now. Now all I need to do is put a new seat on it, because Mini-Me has decided it's fun to sharpen her claws on.
