After an interval of a few days we returned to the shop.
Jane had calmed down.
[B] had regained his emotional continence.
He found Jane's wheel. By now it was looking like a bird's nest.
We were then regaled by a sincerely apologetic discourse about the quality recently manufactured spokes. Apparently the cycle-industry, particularly manufacturers of factory-assembled wheels, have been sabotaged by a world-wide supply of substandard spokes.
“I can keep doing this,” said [B], “but all these spokes are cr*p!”
He pointed out the internal degradation in the fractured ends of the spokes.
He invited us to observe rust on the surface of supposedly stainless steel spokes.
“You’ll be better off buying a new wheel.”
The bike, being beyond any warranty, we agreed to do so.
It cost £80.00.
[B] said, “Would you like to take the old wheel away?”
“No, thank you,” we said in unison, harmonised by two more PINGS!
This story will continue after a few more cycle-miles ...
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