Update With (Name Withheld) Cycles
Well! After a night to cool off, I duly took my bike back to the shop. Phew! You could have cut the air with a spoon. The boss I complained to was gruff. I was gruff. The blokes in the service section were sullen and silent. Ooh, it was a tense 20 minute wait for the head honcho to personally fix the bike, and I wouldn’t have wanted to be in the poor sod who did the initial service’s shoes when I left. The gear line from the handlbar wasn’t put back properly, the chain wasn’t fitted properly and the derailleurs (the gear-change/cog thingies) weren’t aligned right.
The bike’s fixed now (I hope!) and I should be back on the road tomorrow. So that’s the result, but I also learned something. I’ve got to learn how to do this kind of stuff myself. I’d never bothered beyond a few basic things because my brother, who trained as a diesel mechanic, advised me that repairing bike gears etc is a black art and probably not something an un-mechanically minded fellow such as myself could learn easily. Well, if I can learn how to format a document for Smashwords, I can learn how to fix derailleurs. It’ll just be messier, but no matter; I’m washable.