It was a high speed wreck, 40 mph over-the-bars and into a guard rail. Concussion, five fractured vertebrae, night in the ICU. But worse yet, my favorite bike was broken, and wasn’t going to heal on its own. Once the bike made it back across the country from the (shortened) race, I sent Matt photos of the injured seat stay. No problem. So I got greedy.
“Do you think that maybe you could remove the cable stops? I switched to eTap…. Please…” I got you covered, Jim. And he meant it.
It would take forensic inspection to see the repair. Virtually undetectable. And with the clutter of cable stops removed, the bike looks better than new. I know someone, somewhere, said it’s not about the bike. But it is, in fact, about the bike. And this one is a joy. Thanks Matt. You’re the best.