Hello all,
I'm reading _The Immortal Class_ by Travis Hugh Culley; it's about the
author's experiences as a Chicago bike messenger. In it there is an
episode where Travis's bike breaks down and the mechanic can't fix it,
requiring him to build up a new bike.
I'm curious what went wrong and why the mechanic couldn't fix it, so I
call upon your expertise. Here are the relevant passages (they are on
pp. 144-148):
Quoted message said:Those first few months at Service First cost me a set of tires, a rear
wheel, a set of brakes, and a cassette. But none of this really
worried me until I heard my bottom bracket split....
[...]
Quoted message said:"Thirty-nine to base."
"Thirty-nine, go."
"I think my crank just snapped." [parts confusion in original]
"*Snapped?* That doesn't sound good. Does it still work?"
"Well, it doesn't sound good. You had that right"
"10-4. You're on your way to Yojimbo's." [location of mechanic]
[Travis goes to Yojimbo's and finds Marcus, the mechanic.]
Quoted message said:"Sit down, man. Bracket snapped? Was that the problem?"
"I don't know. Whatever's in there is [censored].
"Bottom bracket, he said, as if it was perfectly ordinary.
[Marcus starts working and Travis chills.]
Quoted message said:... Marcus had attached a thin wrench to the inside of my pedal, and
he began spinning the crank arms while the chain spun in place. In
seconds the pedal fell to the floor with a thud and Marcus peeled the
chain off the chain ring, to get it out of his way....
[...]
Quoted message said:... [Marcus had] said that he just needed to get the old bracket out
and put a new one in. It would cost twenty bucks, twenty-five with
labor, and it would take about ten minutes. He handed me back my
pedals and said, "I think your frame is shot."I encouraged him to give it another try because I had nothing else to
work on. Everything hung in the balance. If I don't have wheels, I
don't have work.A day and a half later, I came back to find Marcus with the frame on
the floor, a collection of cinder blocks and wrenches all strapped
together to maximize the torque on the bracket. Marcus was standing on
the handle of the elongated wrench set, sweating and cursing. When he
saw me he climbed down from his contraption, grabbed a huge wrench,
and began walking toward me. He put the wrench in my hands, and then
righted it so that I could see the tool's twisted and gnarly teeth.
Something had chewed it to pieces. Marcus said very calmly, "Your
frame *is shot*."
After this, they give up on the frame and Marcus builds up another for
Travis. My questions:
1. What went wrong?
2. Why couldn't Marcus get the bottom bracket out?
I don't know what the original bike was -- either the author didn't say
or I don't remember. But I don't believe it was anything with unusual
threading. The messenger community regards Marcus very skilled bike
mechanic.
Thanks!
Reid