National Geographic nailed it on the head when they ran this line in one of their ads some years ago. The problem is, there are just too many roads but too little time and money to send the body to. The next best thing? Just ride as many roads as I can … while I still can.
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I’m only seeing Junee this evening after class, so I have some time on my hands. I’ve decided to ride to Malpe Beach for the day. It’s only about 10kms away and, minus the panniers, it’s going to be an effortless ride. But first, more serious business at hand …
The signs were there. They had been stepped on too many times, forced to work in the rain, dragged through mud, exposed to the hot sun day after day, then chucked aside at the end of a long day. They need some love now. They’re my trusty Shimano shoes that I’ve used for many years now.
The front part of the sole of one shoe has come unglued. When I pick it up, it looks at me with a big yawn. I should ride into town and look for a cobbler.
I find one at the bus station. He takes one look at it and gets to work immediately. He doesn’t speak any English but I can understand his gestures. He first glues, then sews the sole onto the shoe. He tells me I might as well get the other one done while he’s at it. That’s what I call good customer-service.
In India, a cobbler is quite the versatile repairman. Midway repairing my shoes, while waiting for the glue to dry, he repairs a pair of beat-up sandals and replaces a zipper on a bag, while the customers wait. This guy is amazingly efficient. And cheap, too. He charges me a mere 80R for a great repair job. My Shimanos now have a few more years of life extended.