The shop is something of a legend. I've known about them for years but only recently had the opportunity to drop in. I was somewhat taken aback by the appearance - the window display appears not to have been changed in years, full of old crap. Old crap which had a thick layer of dust on it.
You walk in to an area which looks like someones front room has been turned into a messy bike shop. Which is what it is. Greeted by a beardy man you wander through into an area which looks like a kitchen - complete with sink and dining room table at which someone, another beardyman, sits lacing a wheel. I didn't visit the upstairs, but I'll wager they look like bedrooms whcih someone has filled with cycle clothing. It wouldn't have surprised me to find a member of staff having a kip.
The back garden has bikes lined up on the lawn - new bikes mind, for sale. Andthe sheds and outhouses contain more bikes, many hanging from meat-hooks from the ceiling. Nice bikes though.
F***
Evans, this is what a real bike shop should look like.