I went back two weeks later and was surprised to find my frame was still there. Hanging from a hook. I had spent the first day trying to unscrew the fork, which, I was told, was more than Joe, I think his name was, or John, could do. With some help from a skinny guy with beady eyes, we did it.
This second time Billy helped me. Willie isn't quite like the others. Where they may go shoeless, he wears athletic sandals. Where they wear cutoff shorts or stiched pants or thrift store dresses, he wears cargo shorts and a sleeveless T. Where their hair is dirty and wild, his is combed and clean. Of course, this is an inaccurate generalization.
Billy explained to me about the ball bearings in the head tube (here's a bicycle anatomy guide)and I spent that day finding parts that matched. At six they kicked us out but not before Billy gave me a lightweight drop handlbar and told me to grab a bag to put my goodies in.
Two weeks later I returned just to make sure the bike was there.
Today I brought my work home: two forks. Before that I put the bike up with a seat post and seat, ball bearings and a different set of handlebars (the lightweight didn't fit).
written 5.3.08
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