At Sunday Streets today, I put a bit of wear and tear on both my front wheel and front tire. Cruising all the way out to the tip of Heron’s Head Park might’ve had something to do with it. But I took it into Heavy Metal, and they fixed it right up, on the spot. Also, they have a badass website.
Becca wrote a love letter to them for us some months ago. It began a little something like this:
There was no school that day, and I was gleefully anticipating an afternoon overflowing with a bike ride which I intended to loop along the Bay, to glide past the Golden Gate Bridge, to wind south from the northern tip of San Francisco to Market Street, to coast victoriously back into the Mission by nightfall or, who knows, to see the sunset out at Ocean Beach. So the moment came to leave the office where I work mornings and out I went for about a mile of cycling as planned, until a screw laying innocuously in the bike path punched into my back tire. You know the sound.
Read the full story here.
I love the “No Burning Man Bikes!” they have up on the window.
I think my bike is related to Becca’s — when I brought it in to get a new tube, the first thing they said was “No Burning Man bikes!” I’m like, “This is my Valencia St crappy bike, not a Burning Man bike” and all was cool.
Related (haha!): http://valleywag.com/5049650/burning-man-was-way-too-short-for-all-of-us
they have rad bikes there. their pet is the cutest
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