Oh, my poor bike. I hit a pothole at 60km/h a couple of weeks ago. I'm fine, but my front wheel will never be the same again, and needed to be replaced straight up.
Fortuitously, I happened upon a (hitherto unknown to me) bike store the other day advertising specializing in ten speeds. The proprietor is a curmudgeonly old fellow in his 60s or so
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