Favorite repair story so far (I'm only a few years into it).
Kid shows up with a frame and fork that he's just had powdercoated, and he wants
me to show him how to chase the fork threads. The fork is bent back about an inch and a half
in the classic S shape they get when somebody probably busted a clavicle going over the bars
because they hit something so hard. It's very nicely powdercoated, as is the frame.
I tell him it's bent, and unless someone can straighten it, it's a waste of time.
He looks at me, holds the fork up and looks at it very professionally, then
looks back at me and says, "No, it's not bent. Look at the legs, they are perfectly
symmetrical.......I want to thread the fork." So I told him to go to a shop a few
blocks away, because we don't do that. He did, paid them to do the work, and
presumably put the thing together and rode it, at least once, over to the Rubicon.
Two weeks later, the flyer he put up on our bulletin board for his stolen fixie had a beautiful
photo of the fully assembled bike, complete with the S shaped fork, and a long lament about
how brief was his ownership of his prized machine.
If there is a moral here, I don't know what the hell it is...........
