gibbleking
Old School Grand Master
ive seen a few off these...all being pushed down the road...i blame ajs for this....
i think the rear drum gives it awaylegrandefromage said:this is the cheapy as my mate had one...
ActSmart recently reported on the importance of visiting local bike shops over the large chain stores, and now it seems Argos have provided customers with yet another reason for customers to use a specialist retailer.
In 2009 BBC's watchdog reported on Bicycle Shaped Objects, or BSO's cropping up in supermarkets and chain stores across the country. Since the report the ACT named and shamed some of the companies guilty of selling badly assembled bikes or flat packed bikes
Argos were one of those retailers who failed to build bikes to an acceptable standard back in 2009 and it seems history has repeated itself as a Raleigh bike features in their national TV advert.. with the forks fitted the wrong way.
If the bikes can't even be set up properly for their national TV campaign, how can Argos expect their consumers to be able to set up the flat pack bikes properly themselves at home? Once again, this only highlights the importance of visiting qualified specialist retailers who assemble the bikes in store, correctly.
With blunders like these, consumers are advised to steer clear of non-specialist shops such as Argos and supermarkets, and instead to always look out for the Cytech logo which ensures bikes will be assembled safely and fit for purpose. Give your customers the peace of mind they need by becoming Cytech accredited today.
NAILTRAIL96":d8yt2s71 said:For me it's about how you ride, not what you ride.
Dr S":usnh3sbq said:About four years ago, myself and a few friends got together in Yorkshire for a weekend away. A spot of motorsport on the Saturday and a day around Dalby on the Sunday was the plan.
A few days prior, in casual conversation with a friend, I discovered he was a closet mountain biker and he said he would like to come along.
Over breakfast on the Saturday morning he enthused about his cycling. Rode to work a few days a week, a few evening rides and a full day on Sundays. Much more riding time than me then. He then spoke of his steed. 'its a proper mountain bike, full suspension and everything. Wasn't cheap- ££129 from Halfords!'
We soon gathered around the back of his vanfrom which he pulled a 40lb behemoth with steel triple clamp forks, a hidious frame with rusty rear shock and inoperative V brakes. Oh how we teased.
That night I fixed his brakes, adjusted the gears and lubes the chain before a quick spin around the car park. This thing was horrible. The 73 degree head angle and rubbish forks made riding around a field a scary experience and the sheer weight of this thing was something to turn you into a wasted wreck in minutes. A truely dreadful bike.
The next day, bright and breezy we headed into Dalby. You could see the other riders smirk as he rode up and down the car park helmetless whilst we fettled forks, filled camelbacks and loaded ourselves with tools and the like.
That was the last we saw of Paul all day. He was gone in a cloud of dust and squeeking pivots. Up, down, on the flat, through the berms, over the jumps, down the drop offs, everywhere.... He owned us. We were his bitches. Flat out everywhere. Made us look like pillocks. And everyone else for that matter.
He loved every minute of it.
Nothing broke. He had a great day out. He still rides it today.
Funny things those BSOs.