This is our equivalent of wildfire season. Broken bikes are breaking out all over the region, merging into one great conflagration in the workshop. Grimy, exhausted mechanics go from one crisis to the next, keeping summer cyclists riding.
In a resort town you really have to meet demands as quickly as possible. It's bad enough in any bike shop, because most people only ride for a very small part of the year, but when you work where they play they need you when they need you. The bike is broken NOW, and NOW is when they came to play.
More hose, here. I'd say pray for rain, but we need the work.
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