I used to be a humble bike mechanic, and I loved it. Taking something that was broken and repairing it – solving the puzzle like a Rubik’s cube until everything slotted into place – was a wholly satisfying experience.
Sometimes builds would flow with absurd ease, parts seemingly levitating onto the bike and tuning themselves. Sometimes, however, I’d cast my eye over a quote and a sense of dread would fill me. ‘Needs new headset bearings,’ the notes would read. ‘Also
