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I didn't say he helped, just he's got a fuck-off big bench vice :) That's the one I used to bang out cotters on. He was into motorbikes before having kids ruined it all and one of his favourite quips is telling my grandpa (mum's dad) that "if he had enough time to polish his spokes he wouldn't spend it polishing spokes" :D
Funny having kids now I realise jut how annoying it was for me to play around with his tools all the time.
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Speak for yourself, neither of my dads were ever much good at anything practical, certainly never had many tools to speak of (I always remembered my dad’s electric drill was 60s, it belonged to a former neighbour in Cwmbran, and he never returned it the sod). I certainly don’t remember either of them fixing a puncture let alone separating a stuck beautiful old bike bit.
I grew up taking my bike to this really old fella in New Bradwell, was about three mile from me in Stony Stratford. Rode there on me own from about age nine, he used to sort out stuff I couldn’t figure out. He was a total gent, I wish he’d been my grampa I coulda got some proper workshop stuff left to me.