This is a hard review to write. Donna, who I think owns the store, is a doll, and has saved me on more than one occasion when something's gone haywire on my bike just as I was passing her shop, which is about a mile from my usual starting point. I think she is terrific, and does good work for a fair price, and I really like supporting women-owned businesses.
But today, wow. Or, WHOA.
A couple of weeks ago, someone hit my bike with their car (I was not on it at the time, hooray), and bent the rear wheel. The two of us went together from the scene of the accident to Breaking Away. Donna gave the guy a repair estimate, the guy agreed to pay for it, presumably leaves a credit card number, and I left the bike there.
Today, I got a message on my machine from Donna that my bike was fixed and I could come get it. She left it in the morning, I got it around 5 PM. So I phoned Breaking Away to see if it was still open. A guy answered the phone, was nice and fun and jokey with me.
So I drove over. The same guy I'd just talked to was there talking to a couple of kids. Now I am no shrinking violet, but I do not see why this set of circumstances set him off the way that it did.
I walked in said hi, that I was the one who just called to make sure they were still open (as in, fun jokey conversation 10 minutes ago). I said Donna left me a message saying I could pick up my bike. I pointed out which bike it was. I gave my name. I waited while he pulled out paperwork. Then he started to get hot under the collar. He said, you can't take the bike! I said, repeating the obvious, but it's my bike, I'm here to get it. He started yelling at me! He was acting like I was going to steal my own bike!
I was confused but completely nonplussed. Surely logic would prevail. I told him again that Donna's message said, "You can come pick up your bike." Donna and the guy who had hit me had their own separate arrangement about paying for my bike and why would she leave me a message telling to pick up my bike if I couldn't, well, PICK UP MY BIKE??
Bike guy is still yelling. Maybe he needs to check on something with the bike hitter? I asked him to see if their paperwork had the name and phone number of the guy who hit me, because I didn't bring it with me, because oh DONNA SAID I COULD COME GET THE BIKE. The guy did not follow this line of logic at all. So I figured, fine, I'll do it. I asked to use the phone. **I** phoned the guy who hit my bike. I handed the phone to bike guy and asked him to please speak to bike-hitter so I can I could leave with my bike. Now. While I am there. While the bike is there two feet away from me. I'll wait.
The next thing I know, the phone slams down and bike guy is yelling at me, "You can't take the bike until it's paid for. Don't you DARE give me any attitude, because this white hair on my head means I am the same age as you and I do not have to f*cking talk to you," and more! of the same! SPIT is flying out of his mouth! he is jabbing his finger at me! Yelling like the Great Santini! Are those veins in his neck going to pop?
I don't intimidate easily and was just not in the mood for someone else's histrionics. I kept pointing out logical things like -- Donna said "Come get your bike." I think bike hitter paid for it when we were first there, and if he did not, you were JUST ON THE PHONE with him, so couldn't you have gotten his charge card number by phone?! but bike shop guy was incoherent with rage. Good grief! It was pointless to try to continue. He was not listening. I was not going to stand there and continue to be yelled at. The teen-aged boys who were there when I arrived had vanished, and I wondered as I left if they had seen this guy erupt like this before. Who is this guy anyway?
Luckily, I had another errand I could run in San Anselmo. I took my chances and went back to Breaking Away about half an hour later. Donna was there, hooray. Yes, of course I could take my bike. Yes, it was paid for. The guy who hit me had driven over during that half hour and paid for my bike with cash, no problem. Ohhh!
Now, bike shop guy could have told me bike-hitter had not already/didn'tdidn't want to/couldn't pay by credit card or whatever his reason was for paying cash. I have no idea. Paying for it was between bike-hitter and Donna, had been from the minute we walked into the shop together with the mangled bike. But bike shop guy didn't tell me any of that, he just, dunno, assumed I was trying to steal my own bike??
So I said to Donna, hey, that guy there (pointing to him) was just yelling at me. Like, really yelling. A lot. She said, no, not him, he's a nice guy. He would never do that. "He likes you!" She actually said that. (Yeah, right)
And you know what? The guy was acting like he'd never seen me before!! EVER. It was well and truly weird. and a bit creepy I don't know who that guy is, but he isn't doing Donna any service minding the store when she's away. read more