I can barely forget.
Working on that monstrosity
was less than fun.
Can't clamp that in the ol workstand.
So it brought me to my knees.
So what do you think was going through my mind
when this pulls up?
I turned to my co worker and let him know he had the next two repairs that walked in.
I ain't lying.
I did not want to even talk to the fools that were ballish enough to
buy TWO of them things,
let alone be brazen enough to get a roof rack installed
and haul them everywhere.
That shit ain't right.
Turns out the poor bastards had a job.
This job was to drive around and try to get people like me to take them seriously.
I had their job.
Only it was bikes.
very nice bikes indeed.
I don't have the best job in the world.
I work on your piles of shit.
But I don't have the worst job either.
It has to be tough when the least expensive one of those
But I do deal with morons.
Some try to sell me shit at work.