Thank God for local dealers

Popping into town this morning, and just outside Morden there's the
squirm from the back of the Benly that heralds a puncture.

Bollocks.

So I trickled it at 15mph on the flattie to my local dealer, with whom I
have been known to do the odd bit of business[1], and for whose main
spannerman I bring back baccy when I go to Frogland, and as said
spannerman is off sick they tell me to wheel it into the workshop, onto
his ramp, and yes, of course I can borrow some tools.

An hour or so, and a ukp6 inner tube later, sorted. )

Can't see Mr Super Discount Pile The Grey Imports High doing the same
thing, somehow.

[1] Bought the Trophy there, for one thing.

 

The Older Gentleman was seen penning the following ode to ... whatever:

"Look, get him out of the customers' sight quickly before he tells them
how cheap you can get the same bike on ebay"...

 

Probably got lung cancer.