That one Tuesday where every single repair fought me
Last Tuesday I had three tune ups and a brake bleed on the books and every single one turned into a fight. The first bike had a seized seatpost I spent 25 minutes wrestling with, then the brake bleed kept pulling air from a pinched hose I missed on the first look. Around 4pm a guy rolled in with a clicking bottom bracket that turned out to be a loose cleat bolt, and honestly I just laughed at that point. Wrapped up two hours late and my hands smelled like degreaser for the rest of the night. Do you guys ever get those days where nothing is actually hard but everything just takes forever?