The Mechanic…

What do I know about bikes – NOTHING!

Haven’t got a clue what size your crankset should be compared to your derailleurs or even if they are the same thing.  All I know about carbon fibre is that Newys local Red Bull racing pilot Matt Hall, his plane is made from it and so are sharks or is that cartilage – bugger I’m confused.

So I needed help, Captain Dishpig was my first option (I know he must have a connection to the hospitality industry, specifically the pot washing section but who knows).  Chocolate fireguard, so he passed me onto The Mechanic – are you sure, a bloody mechanic, no THE Mechanic.  Sounded like a hit man for the dark underbelly of one of Maitland’s crime families to me but more importantly, how do you get in contact with The Mechanic or does The Mechanic get in contact with you. I was going to find out pretty soon – just like the 1983 A-Team series, Google it – “I ain’t gettin’ on no plane”, another blog right there.

Via email that’s how, The Mechanic gets in contact via email, and it’s a bloke!, so it’s not some sexy voluptuous female assassin but an ordinary bloke.  STOP right there! The Mechanic is not an ordinary bloke but an extraordinary bloke along with the other extraordinary riders doing the 1000ks 4 Kids (credit is due for the association with the extraordinary – I thank you).  The Mechanic gave me three options, and I did what any extraordinary bloke would do in these situations, choose the middle one – RESULT.

Who needs to troll the Internet, read countless reviews, comparing your crankset to your derailleurs, no you just ask The Mechanic – sorted and $4,500 lighter for the privilege.  Now for the scary part. I was given an address, told to knock at the side door, ask for Marek and to tell him ‘Brogs sent me’ – how F’in dodgy is that (proper dodgy that’s what).  Don’t pass out in anticipation or hyperventilate with anxiety because the address was for Two wheel Industries a local bike shop, I walked in the front door, and they were very helpful.  After becoming slightly lighter financially, I became a VIP member no less or as they term it a ‘Brogs’.

Bike sorted now I just need to get up at daft o’clock in the morning and master getting your cleats into the peddle housing without hitting something…