i went to three bike shops today looking fo brake noodles. (here's why: http://motorbicycling.com/f6/brake-noodles-clutch-throttle-clearance-problems-13710.html
the first shop didn't have any, so i have nothing really bad to say about them, 'cause at least the guy looked for them.
the second shop was "two wheels one planet" on 17th in Costa Mesa. i walked up to the "service" counter and no one was there to help me, so i walked up to the weird kiosk they have in the center where you pay, and asked a lady there. meanwhile, two guys with a crashed expensive mountain bike and a rich looking lady walked in after me.
the chick took me to the service counter, where all three of us were waiting.
2 guys walked out of the back and immediately walked up to the other customers. the two guys with the crap bike didn't say anything, but the rich lady pointed at me and said i was there first.
didn't help.
some kook who looked like he couldn't fix a frisbee or a hackey sack took the junk bike, and the other guy ignored me to help the lady.
i asked the hippy politely if he could just grab a coupla noodles for me, and he looked at me all smug-like and told me to wait my turn.
so i decided to walk out and the lady at the kiosk yells "hey! you need to pay for that!" assuming i got what i needed, and i told her "i didn't know you guys charged to be a**holes..."
there's another bike shop down the street, and even though they're a high end road bike place, they sold me 3 noodles for a whopping 7 dollars without getting all uppity.
the first shop didn't have any, so i have nothing really bad to say about them, 'cause at least the guy looked for them.
the second shop was "two wheels one planet" on 17th in Costa Mesa. i walked up to the "service" counter and no one was there to help me, so i walked up to the weird kiosk they have in the center where you pay, and asked a lady there. meanwhile, two guys with a crashed expensive mountain bike and a rich looking lady walked in after me.
the chick took me to the service counter, where all three of us were waiting.
2 guys walked out of the back and immediately walked up to the other customers. the two guys with the crap bike didn't say anything, but the rich lady pointed at me and said i was there first.
didn't help.
some kook who looked like he couldn't fix a frisbee or a hackey sack took the junk bike, and the other guy ignored me to help the lady.
i asked the hippy politely if he could just grab a coupla noodles for me, and he looked at me all smug-like and told me to wait my turn.
so i decided to walk out and the lady at the kiosk yells "hey! you need to pay for that!" assuming i got what i needed, and i told her "i didn't know you guys charged to be a**holes..."
there's another bike shop down the street, and even though they're a high end road bike place, they sold me 3 noodles for a whopping 7 dollars without getting all uppity.