One of my first days volunteering at the bike co-op, just Jay-Boy and me, a drunk showed up with a wheel that looked like a potato chip. He wanted us to fix it, but we figured it was toast. He could barely walk straight, but he lay the wheel on the ground, stomped on it a few times, picked it up, and it spun true. Damn. Jay-Boy and I looked at each-other with our mouths agape while the dude staggered away, happy.
The best **** happens at the bike co-op!