Last week I booked a tune-up at Ace Wheelworks. The nice guy who booked me (and took time to explain things well) told me to bring the bike a day before the tune-up. I did. On the way to the store, I was rained through and through and I arrived at 18:57, 3 minutes before the 19:00 closing time. The door was locked but several employees were still inside. They saw me but refused to come to the door, while outside it was pouring rain. I did not know any of them - there is personnel turnover, and after I bought the bike there in 2014, I stopped by once a year to buy accessories, rain gear or tune-ups (most times the experience was positive, except for one negligent tune-up that I had to fix at Landry's Bicycles). The guy who had booked me last week was not present (of course, all reservations can be checked in the computer). Eventually one woman came to the door and said they were closed and leaving. I explained they had asked me to bring the bike the day before the repairs, and that they just needed to take the bike in. There were 4 or 5 employees: none wanted to take it inside, and when they were leaving 5 minutes later, all told me I should come in the morning. Two similar, gray-bearded fellows then explained smugly that I should have come on time, to which I said: "I did, I arrived 3 minutes before 7 PM. Your colleague scheduled me for tomorrow and told me to bring the bike today - you just need to take it in". One of the bearded guys was particularly rude, dismissive, and condescending. He shut the door and replied smirking that their clocks were different, to which I replied that was a lie. He told me "Fuck yourself!", to which I repeated he was a deliberate liar, which seemed to infuriate him. Startlingly, he asked for my family name and said he would search the reservations in the computer, with a sudden cunning expression on his face. I refused to provide my name and reiterated he was a liar (this final exchange was a shouting match) and he told me I shouldn't come to the store again. That was the end of the wonderful exchange in the pouring rain.
It is hard to believe the clock in the store is faulty. Likely they decided to leave early and they didn't care about clients or reservations - in heavy rain. They could have just let the bike in, it would have taken one of them 30 seconds. Instead, they lied coldly. Though I could go to the store again and take my chances for a tune-up, I remember the last guy's cunning expression and his name request. These are not individuals to whom I should entrust again my bike's brakes and gears. Ace Wheelworks used to be a fine store, but people change. Moving recently nearby, I had looked forward to often taking my bike to the Ace Wheelworks store. Over the years I had spent some thousands of dollars there - buying there my bike, accessories, rain jackets, getting tune-ups. There still are good, nice, competent people at Ace Wheelworks - but the bad apples are really bad. Now I must find a different bike store.
Thinking about it more a day later, I can understand why a man would tell me "Fuck yourself!" when I say he is a liar. Psychologically it is straightforward. Even a liar, as he was, dislikes being called on it. That would just be bad temper and refusal to admit a mistake. However, there isn't any good and honorable reason for why he wanted my family name and said he would search the reservations in the computer. I can surely think of at least two reasons, yet neither is honorable. I travel with my bike 8 miles almost every day in Boston traffic, navigating between contractor vans that run red lights, drivers who text on their cell phones and delivery guys on electric bikes, who respect no rules. Like any Boston area cyclist, I must be attentive, and having faulty brakes or gears could get me killed. I thus care very much who services my bike, and beyond skill, there is a much more basic requirement such a person should meet: trust. The man who asked for my family name and wanted to search the reservations in the computer, and the store who employs him, are not worth this trust.
Let's be clear here: WHILE ALSO CURSING ME, THE BIKE MECHANIC REQUESTED MY FAMILY NAME AND SAID HE WOULD SEARCH FOR MY NAME IN THEIR COMPUTER SYSTEM! This is DISQUALIFYING for a bicycle mechanic. It also is despicable from the store who backs him. read more