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| - Core, you rock my world, or rather you helped unrock my world today. I am a beginnerish bicyclist, and I have been having some problems with my seat. After trying (in vain) to fix said seat, I ended up rocking up and down all over the east end, much to the hilarity of other drivers, and chagrin of my nether regions. I called Core for their hours and expertise, I was greeted by a friendly voice inviting me to visit anytime before 5 pm.
I felt embarrassed to show them said seat (especially because it was liberally covered in duct tape) and I was worried that the fix might be more than my bike is worth. Rad Dread Head (I've sadly forgotten his name) quickly looked at the bike and began to assess. After peeling off my dreadful duct job he pulled the seat apart, rebuilt it and sprayed it with some magic spray. Voila bike fixed approximately 3 minutes later.
As he reassembled the bike we spoke about my sticky kick stand, and the travesty of WD-40 when used on bicycles (strips oil rather than replacing it.) He pointed out some dazzling blue and silver streamers to which I scoffed and asked him what he took me for, to which he promptly responded, "a chick who just rode in here with a jean skirt."
Sadly I did not leave with the sparkly streamers, but with a sparkling feeling about this chic spot. They fixed my bike and they didn't charge me a cent. So Core, thanks for being a spot that really cares about your customers, I will go to none other for my tune ups.
Bottom line...while quirky and sporting child labour this place is a gem of Toronto and I can't wait for my next break down!
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