It would be an impertinence for anyone other than a bike mechanic to attempt to describe in detail, the work that goes to the making of a wheel. Every part has been perfected for its exact use, by generations of craftsmen working directly for the men who were to use it. I was staying in a cottage in the north of England. I had first met an old wheelwright as I was coming home with a drawing in my hand. He looked at my sketch and said “That's Mr. B's wheel!" He told me he paid nineteen pound ten shillings for a new body to it, just before he came here; and thats thirty years ago.
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