04/14/2019
Here is the next installment from Bicycle Memoirs, featuring Karl Hoff.
It was almost a week later when I returned to KARL HOFF BICYCLES. Late one warm evening returning from North Mountain, I decided to detour past the store to see if it was open. There was no traffic on the wide road so for fun I rode down the center lane weaving back and forth. As I approached his store, a bright light was shining through the big front window. I stopped in front of the open door and could see Karl behind the showcase working on a bike. The warm night was a contrast to the cool interior of the store. I again, smiled at the row of neatly displayed ten speeds and paused to admire the metallic blue Centurion, before Karl noticed I had come in.
He greeted me with a smile and accented, "hello". Our conversation progressed reassuringly as it had on our first meeting. Karl continued working while we talked, but would frequently stop to look at me with his piercing eyes.
I watched everything he did with immense interest and was amazed at the speed and dexterity with which he worked. He finished the assembly of the bike. Now, the only sound other than our voices was the quietly squeaking drive belt on the evaporative cooler. We talked for a long time - Karl seemed in no hurry to close his shop.
From my vantage point, I could see only part of his back room but noticed a pile of solid steel lying along the back wall. As we talked I was trying to figure out what the steel was for. It seemed out of place in a bike shop. I finally asked and Karl casually replied, "I use it to make hubs."
More later. A little bicycle work took place here today. I added a rack to the old shop Peugeot 10 speed. Next week I am going to use it for my bike/light rail trips downtown for U S Court Jury Duty. I will add more to the Karl Hoff story tomorrow, as the break I made in it was only because of the length. The "scene" was not completed . Invite a friend or screenwriter to visit Dave's Bike Garage