The repair queue has brought in a steady trickle of jobs, most of them somewhat interesting. After 20 years wrenching in the same place it takes something extraordinary to climb above the "somewhat" interesting category. At least I got to build a couple of wheels.
More than 50 Fuji bikes arrived, the bulk of them on towering, three-tiered pallets on a big truck. That's an intimidating stack in shrink wrap. The driver did a commendable job getting the top level down without dropping a bike.
We're assembling a selection of each model for the unpredictable fall bike business.
The trouble with assembling many bikes of the same type in quick succession is that you can easily forget where you are.
Quality control is irregular in this shipment. It almost seems like a new batch of workers is learning their trade somewhere in China. We've seen the learning curve before as companies open up new countries in search of affordable labor. The first batches show a wide variation of precision. China's not a new source for the bicycle industry, but the facility making these bikes could be new or have changed a lot of personnel. Or maybe the trainees get assigned to the line for customers who drive a hard bargain on costs. I haven't begun to try to find out.
I'm eager to see what's in the boxes that say, "made in Kazakhstan."
I made a test track around the sales floor. It's pretty tight. I took out a couple of displays before I got the corners wired. They were just stacks of cardboard boxes or overflowing bins, not any glass cases or sexually suggestive face plants into mannequins. Maybe today I'll move some mannequins. We just don't have any really good ones.