With ever more sophisticated componentry, bike maintenance and repair calls for skill and intelligence. But it still only pays wages you'd have to be stupid to take.
Here in Resort Town, we get to see people who could buy my house with the loose change they dug out of their car upholstery. Most of them are nice people, but then you get that rare visit from His Mighty Eminence who wants to hear you say, "yassuh, Boss." Or you get The Deal maker, who wants to move his rush job ahead of the other rush jobs by offering to let you do MORE work to it.
Hunt while the herds are running. Don't ask it to make sense.
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