So there one was, pimping ones BMX (blue anodised bits, blue walled tyres and respray on the forks and bars). After putting it back together I took it for a spin, but I didn’t have the rear wheel in properly so it made a bit of a racket and dropped the chain.
Presently an urchin in a beany hat pops his head up from behind an Audi TT (his mum’s one assumes) on the driveway opposite.
“I know what the problem is mister. Do you want me to take a look at it? I’ve been working on bikes all my life”. I politely declined the offer and sorted it myself with a deft whirl of the spanners.
The impudent young get. Did he not know who I was?