| Re: When I'm wrong I'm wrong - number four, number four, number four...
In article <bn02v015ki3akvh2uabj1ots4qcfdvr28u@4ax.com>,
dgk <sonicechoes-spamless@hot-nospamp-mail.com> writes:
> On Thu, 20 Jan 2005 23:18:59 -0800, Zoot Katz <zootkatz@operamail.com>
> wrote:
>
>>Fri, 21 Jan 2005 01:12:28 GMT,
>><g3l0v01dfv0jtu58s8tdrnic1fllf5ccjd@4ax.com>, dgk
>><sonicechoes-spamless@zero-spam-hotmail.com> wrote:
>>
>>>Tomorrow I go apologize to the LBS. At least I didn't make much of a
>>>scene about them messing up my flat(s), which is good, because they
>>>appear to be innocent of incompetence.
>>
>>You might recommend to them Andrew Muzi's practice of having the
>>Yellow Jersey's wrenches cello-tape offending foreign objects to the
>>repair tag.
>>
>>That way the client knows the flat was properly repaired.
>
> I'm sure they find one object. The question is do they search for
> more. I found two.
Bike shops themselves might be the sources of some of the
most hard-to-find, pernicious tube puncturers -- short,
almost invisible, little strands of inner cable that
somehow migrate from the shop floor to the interiors of
your tires. Using a flashlight to lluminate tire
insides from various angles sometimes helps for finding
the little buggers, along with the usual tactile methods.
cheers,
Tom
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