Some advice and a lot of first-hand anecdotes and observations from someone who accidentally had a career in the bike business.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Summer time, and the decks of the workshop are awash in metaphorical blood. We battle away with wrenches for cutlasses, as the bodies pile up. They're coming aboard faster than we can hew them down, but we're still on our feet, swinging grimly.