After watching my friend clutch and cradle nearly two grand's worth of Marin to her chest with…read moretears in her eyes, I must say I just didn't get it. How could she spend more on her bike than on her car? I didn't understand at all, nor did I understand what the big deal was, why the tears and the long face, if it was me I'd be sulking over knackering up my front end by smashing it into a tree on a cross country type bike ride and having to pay for it. She was scared to death that the integrity of her 'baby' had been compromised. The money was no object, just the quality of the service and repair. Alright then, catch you later, let me know how it goes, I called to her only to realise I was being dragged into the car with her. Damn.
The three of us, me, she and the bike pull up at Bikology, it doesn't look much from the outside, but I was assured this was the place to go. Again with the cuddling of the bike, we wander in and are greeted by a smiley chappy who seemed to telepathically sense my friend's utter sense of loss. Taking it off her, they both engaged in mutual admiration of the bike, sorry Marin. He feels her pain, says it'll take a while, but it's totally fixable, he can have it as good as new. She asks a pitiful "do you promise?", followed by more reassurances.
A few days later, we return, the bike looks all pretty again, and she seemed super pleased. It was a lot of money in my opinion, but again I was reassured this was a bargain, and after a test ride, she swore it was worth every penny.
So excellent place to go if you've got a two wheeled treasure in sincere need of some TLC.