The black bicycle, part 3

The wheels.

Those wheels that made my hair grey, my wallet cry and my blood boil.

Now it can not be so bad I hear you say. Well, it can. Because after buying all parts in that strange shop in the city. I sat down and started to think on how to tread the wheels. I got the rims, the spokes and the hubs. Lovely nickel finish Torpedo hubs. The rear hub made in 1935, spotless and all cleaned up by me. I bought it from Germany just to get the right style. I was happy, things started to move.

I looked up on internet how to thread wheels. It seemed simple, just remember to focus and always count the numbers of spokes and the holes in the rim. There is many different ways to thread a wheel, but I wanted the old way. So I went down in the basement and looked at my old bicycles wheels. Counted the spokes, made a drawing on how they were placed and threaded.

They I started, rim, spokes, nipples and hub was laying on the kitchen table. First spoke, in the first hole on the hub. Thread the spoke by the hone in the rim. Screw on the nipple. There the first spoke was in place. It felt good. Second spoke, three holes, turn, adjust, hold the hub, keep the rim in place, now where is the nipples, third spoke, repeat the process, then it came the the crossing of spokes, now that one should go there, in to that hole. Where did the nipples go?! With left hand try to get the nipples on the right side of the table at the same time the right hand is holding the hub. Now It is time for the other side! Why is there nipples on the floor?!

After a while I got the hang of it. Of course I did some errors along the way, but if you do something many times you get the hang of it. So did I when threading the spokes. The look was exactly as the vintage wheels I had in the cellar. I was quite please with my self.

Now truing the wheel. Remembering the fellow in the shop saying that he could do it. I decided to take the wheel to a different shop. They are professional and has a huge store. I went there with my wheel, happy as can be. The person behind the counter took the wheel and accepted the work. Now things became strange. There was another fellow there letting me know that I threaded the wheel wrong. I explained that it was not wrong. I did as they used to do back in the days. No, that was wrong. I have never seen that style of threading. Well, I really would like toe have it the way it is, only truing the wheel.

After a week the wheel was ready. Then I got the surprise of realizing that they had retreaded the wheel, they made a “modern” style of threading, a more racer adjusted crossing of the spokes. I was really disappointed. Not only did they rethread the wheel they also charged me for the work to tear down my threading and build up the wheel again from loose spokes, rim and hub.

The payment for that rear wheel landed on almost £200. That is more than what I paid for all parts in total. For £200 I can get a complete vintage bicycle in good condition. I felt that my heart was sinking, my black bicycle project came to a halt. Also that I needed to build the front wheel too.

In the end. Two wheels, front and rear. Black 1930’s rims with white lining, Torpedo hubs and brand new spokes and nipples costed me more than 2-3 complete bicycles. I put the frame, mudguards and wheels in the cellar, behind old cardboard boxes. It was painful to see the parts, they reminded me of my own stupidity.

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