Originally Posted by bigbossman

I also remember a kid named George Costello, whose job it was to inflate the tires before the last kid on the line boxed the bike up for palleting, warehouse storage, and eventual delivery. It seems the boss pissed off George one day, and to pay him back George inflated all the tires he touched that day to about 160psi or so. For the next few days, we were treated to muffled >booms< out in the warehouse as tires/tubes gave way somewhere in the huge inventory of bikes. They were stacked high and deep, and it was impossible to pinpoint the ones that were letting go.