Frank was my pusher when he had the bike shed Brixham . Sadly closed as he couldn't compete with mail order when that got very popular . Frank was a character , looked like a slim Rab c Nesbit too shop wasn't much bigger than a single garage in a courtyard opposite a chip shop in Brixham . Absolute center of the scene back in the day , back before mobile phones and upto the minute statue changes on myface you were guaranteed to catch up with someone else hanging around in franks . I could easily turn up in the morning to fondle anodised shiny parts and chat about philosophy for the entire day .
" urgh that tastes like shit "
" so you know what shit tastes like ? "
" ahh "
You knew you were at the top of the scenes heirachy when you got to sit on the spare stool when everyone else had to lean awkwardly against the tyres under the display
Often I would get sent to the chip shop or watch the shop while Frank went to the bank , I seemed to change a lot of inner tubes too .
Only rule was no swearing at real customers
Whenever I go into a shop now I rate it's worth on the likely hood of the staff letting me hang around all day
" urgh that tastes like shit "
" so you know what shit tastes like ? "
" ahh "
You knew you were at the top of the scenes heirachy when you got to sit on the spare stool when everyone else had to lean awkwardly against the tyres under the display
Often I would get sent to the chip shop or watch the shop while Frank went to the bank , I seemed to change a lot of inner tubes too .
Only rule was no swearing at real customers
Whenever I go into a shop now I rate it's worth on the likely hood of the staff letting me hang around all day