On Tuesday morning as I battled against tiredness to drag myself out of bed, the thought that Harry Halls had been completely refitted and changed into an ultra modern palace of bike bits, rather than an Aladdin’s cave, entered my mind. To be sure I wasn’t just imagining things, I dropped in on my way home last night and picked up some bits for Mountain Mayhem this weekend.
Mel was in with her partner and they were sorting out bikes for the Manchester to Blackpool ride. Mel worked at Harry’s the year I started there and then went on to a proper job teaching kids. She is without doubt one of the nicest people I have ever met. It was great to catch up with her (I think it’s the first time I’ve seen her for about five years) and the guys from the shop and find out what everyone has been up to. I miss working there quite a lot.
These look like a great set of wheels. If I rode the road bike more I’d try and justify getting some. In comparison to Manchester right now Mt Snow looks like a great place to be. It actually looks like they have a summer. Recycling stuff is good. Stealing so you can recycle isn’t. In fact it can get you into a lot of trouble. Oh and Harry’s was just the same as I remembered it.