It’s fair to say I’ve been a bit ‘meh’ when it’s come to the seemingly endless anti PX rants that crop up all over the internet. I’ve had my last three bikes from them and have had great value and reasonable service. My recent experience has left me at a bit of a loss.
I ordered an RT57 and waited the specified 21 days. Worth waiting, I was getting great value and they were up front about the wait. Yodel even managed to deliver it competently.
Within a week the headset developed play, I nipped it up. Next club ride, same thing after 40 miles or so. Nipped up again, greasing up the expander bolt which was bone dry.
On the next Sunday club run and on a 40mph descent, the application of the front brake resulted in an alarming judder that suggested I should perhaps raise it with them on Monday morning.
Called and was told I needed the Warranty department but they didn’t take calls, someone would call me or email me. No call or email.
Chased on Wednesday, was told the lady who deals with it was off yesterday so she had loads to get through but he would chase her up to call me.
On Friday, having still had no contact I called them again. After five minutes on hold the chap came back to me with the view they had probably missed part of the headset out when building the bike, they would post it out to me. Now at this stage a “sorry about that mate” wouldn’t have gone unappreciated, but the way it was conveyed was as though it was one of the unexplainable mysteries of the universe.
Fine, okay, post it out today and I’ll have it for my Thursday evening ride at least.
Tuesday follows Monday and the Postie is just delivering bills so call number four is logged. “Definitely posted Saturday mate”
I then get a text from my mother in law, 150 miles away to say she had received a Jiffy bag for me. I once had something delivered there, years ago. Fair enough, I obviously should have expressed a desire that it should delivered where I live. My fault. MIL would post it to me.
I came home from work today to said jiffy bag so thankfully that was the end of it. I opened the envelope to reveal…….
Bottom bracket shims.
Guess who I’m calling again on Monday. Planet X, guys, it’s not that hard. I don’t want grovelling apologies, I won’t swear, rant or rave. I just want to ride my bike.