what a spoiled little shit!
so again, a tale form the bike shop days.

little asian kid comes in, starts asking endless questions about the nice top-end DH bikes. i'm humouring him while trying to work.. but the little shit's starting tograte on my already frayed and hungover nerves. he's basically DEMANDING i get bike after bike donw for him to look at. now this kid's maybe ten? small for his age too. he's asking me to haul down bikes for people my height, then when i tell him ti's far too big, he's telling me how he rides bigger and he's got his own mercedes etc.. at this point i've pretty much glazed over. so he throws a strop and storms out.. nothing unusual here.

EXCEPT he comes back in from the car park with a cery well attired saudi who he's ordering about like a bitch, and another well-attired and VERY LARGE saudi in dark glasses with an earpiece who doesn't say much and looks very... aware of the surroundings? so this kid basically comes in and starts saying he wants this bike and that bike.. the first saudi guy is clearly TOTALLY his bitch. he's waving a wad of fifties thicker than my cock about, i'm TRYING to explain to him if i sell the kid a 45lb DH bike, he'll probably get stuck under it before he even gets it out of the garage- the guy's like 'look, i know this. but.. his father has asked that we deny him nothing, so give him what he wants, we will pay.

i made a bunch in sales that day. i also developed a DEEP hatred for this ungrateful shit.. last i saw of him he was screaming obscenities at his minder because the guy couldn't fit both bikes into.. yes you guessed it. the kid's own personal mercedes.. big bastard thing like a boat, tinted windows, looked like an ambassador's car.

really, i hope that kid gets fuckin mugged. if i wasn't gripped by honesty and conscience i'd have mugged him myself... except the big guy frnakly made me nervous. i swear there was a suspicious bulge in his jacket just where you'd expect a gun holster to be..
(UppityDamnPrimate LET'S OPEN THIS F*CKING PIT UP, Sun 12 Oct 2008, 4:31, 3 replies)

The bike shop Blues
I know them well...

Spoilt little rich kids who demand that you fix their over sized battered expensive wrecks.

The bloke in a suit who thinks you are scum because you are a meer shop monkey, yet he can't even fix his own bike...

The Nine hundred year old who insists on telling you how he used to ride four tonne monster before he bought his lovely (yet worn out) 1976 Raleigh Team Banana...

I hate bike shops, they stop me loving my bike and enjoying the world of cycling.
( Rev. Jayneflakes Buy my book, I need the cash for drugs and hookers, Sun 12 Oct 2008, 10:19, closed)

Sounds like a Saudi prince
which means yes, that bulge was most likely a loaded firearm.
(Heggy, Mon 13 Oct 2008, 2:18, closed)

He's probably all grown up now
and living in a cave in Pakistan/Afghanistan tribal region.
(knackerz is skinning up, Tue 14 Oct 2008, 11:22, closed)