Project Whup Daniel has had a setback in that it took two frickin’ weeks to get my bike back from the shop after it started going clunk clunk clunk. Last time I brought it in they got kind of titchy when I rang up to find out if it was done after the 2-3 days they’d promised, and it took them a week; this time I waited for two fucking weeks for what they said would take two days, and when I went in, the bike was in the back room, having been fixed but forgotten about.
The fact that we had a huge windstorm last week and I wouldn’t have been cycling anyway isn’t the goddamn point, is it.
Anyway, I got it, though when I went in they basically had to look for it, then told me it “needed to be cleaned up” and would be ready in 20 minutes. I said, through a fixed smile, that I would be back in 20 minutes. Given that they changed the entire gear shift system out I’m confident they didn’t rush back to fix it in that 20 minutes, but I’m still pretty pissed about the whole thing.
I biked home, announced to Ted that I thought I was gonna just have to suck up any bike butt and cycle to work this morning, and did so. Although actually I don’t seem to have any bike butt at all, so that’s something, at least. I need to get my words done so I can go for a ride later, maybe, because I’m legit mad that I’ve lost two weeks of cycling and conditioning.
I’d be severely annoyed also!