There are two Bicycle shops close to where I live. One is run in conjunction with a Hobby Shop and it's Called Tim's. The only reason I mention it by name is that I like the place. The guy who runs the counter most of the time is one of us. He actually builds/sells Golden Eagle kits, and I've seen his work running around Everett. (I even talked with him about supplying replacement belts.) He was impressed with my rigs and the only "negative" comment he had was on the Huffy frame, and that was more of a warning about the poor quality of the welds. (Bubastis hasn't failed me yet, but I still keep a close eye on her.)
His shop deals mainly in MTBs (The real competition grade stuff), and repairs. He can re-true a wheel for a fair price, and occasionally has some interesting used things in there. (Like a Schwinn Orange Krate that hangs from the rafters.) I go there for prettymuch everything. I still have my eye on that beautiful Felt MP he has sitting out on display. One of these days, eh?
The "other shop" caters mainly to spandex superheros. One of the guys at the counter pulled a face at me when I told him I need the beefier non-skewer wheels because the engine won't handle quick-releases. They also tried to charge my buddy $150 to replace the single-piece crank on his old cruiser. (I ended up doing it myself, and learned a bit in the process.)
Plus they wanted to make him wait a week for a tuneup and charge him $99 for the privelage. Tim's did it for under $50, and got it done the same day. Or they will simply ignore you when they realize you aren't in there to drop $3000 on a road bike and a ridiculous spandex suit. Needless to say, I would rather eat my helmet than give them my money.
As for general public reception, most people just stare because they don't know what it is. This is followed by "What's the point of that? Why not just buy a motorbike?" Or the "Holy ****! That's AWESOME!" reaction, which of course I quite enjoy. The kiddies love it, they think my bikes are the most awesome thing since Thomas the Tank Engine. (I ended up with an entourage of kids on bikes the last time I decided to cut through a local park
Lastly the Spandex superheros ususally respond with "That's cheating!" or try to race me.... Which always ends with them wearing themselves out, and me waving as I buzz past them a second time
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