Comments on: Gary Aspey, Wheel Truer

By: N

Wed, 01 Aug 2012 10:28:45 +0000

Great post. I’m most intrigued by the handwritten sign in the cafe though advertising Christmas dinner in july?

By: jeannette

jeannette — Tue, 31 Jul 2012 01:51:38 +0000

i remember once going into a tenement which was full of cambodian refugees who just escaped the genocide there. 14 stories of people. i went into the public health nurses’ office (a great place for real stories, they know everything and go everywhere) and had to sit down for a minute.
everybody, every single person in that building, had a story.
sometimes — often — these stories of yours bring tears to my eyes.
Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.
Plato

By: dave

dave — Sun, 29 Jul 2012 20:54:26 +0000

though, having said that, what he’s got hanging from his little finger may be closer to the mark

By: dave

dave — Sun, 29 Jul 2012 20:51:55 +0000

sorry, there’s no way that’s a 45 quid spanner (unless he’s been robbed, which I doubt), and it’s certainly not a trueing spanner, which generally costs very little and is a lot smaller

On the other hand, I’ve got my trueing spanner (somewhere in among a pile of junk), and I would still pay this guy to come and true my wheels, because it’s a skill that needs a lot more than a special spanner to master.

thanks for the story

By: Libby Hall

Libby Hall — Sun, 29 Jul 2012 06:49:03 +0000

In the 70s a friend of ours had her bicycle stolen, so on the following Sunday we went to Brick Lane to look for it: and there it was. We put our hands on the bike and stood in a little group around it while one of us went to phone the police. (Ah the days before mobile phones, when the nearest phone box had to be found.)

Word went round that the police were coming. It was terribly funny. Quietly and efficiently almost every one of the bikes that had been lined up for sale disappeared. Everywhere that quiet clickety-clack sound that bikes make when they are being wheeled with no rider. By the time the police arrived there were virtually no bikes at all for sale. Our seller said he had ‘bought the bike in good faith’, he handed it back to my friend, and that was that. We left, and I’m sure ten minutes later the bikes were all back in position – all ‘bought in good faith’ waiting to be sold.