The wheel that taught me patience

I just finished working on an old touring bike a customer brought in, and the back wheel was a real project. It had a decent hop and a wobble you could see a mile away. I figured, no big deal, maybe an hour. Two hours later, I was still turning tiny increments on the spokes, trying to find the sweet spot. Every time I fixed the wobble, the hop got worse, and fixing the hop brought the wobble back. It was one of those jobs where you just have to walk away, have some coffee, and come back with fresh eyes. Finally, after what felt like forever, it clicked into place and ran straight as an arrow. It’s a good reminder that some fixes just can’t be rushed, no matter how much you want to move on to the next thing in the queue.