Archive for September, 2011


Friday, September 30th, 2011

The LOTOJA post will be tomorrow….because I have to go to work in 3 minutes.

1st and foremost. The Hurricane Mountain bike festival is October 14-16th. Let me recommend this as an event you do not want to miss. Even if you drive down after work Friday, its great. Hurricane (HU) has incredible trails. The Friday evening dutch oven dinner is great, the locals are entertaining and the hospitality is great. Our Friends at Over The Edge Hurricane put this event on and its great. If you do one SW Utah trip this fall, this should be it. But PLEASE register and don’t poach it.

I will be there with my parents, so if you want to do some short rides with me (Goulds, JEM), I will show you some of the best riding in the world. I recommend staying at the Travelodge in Hurricane…its right by where all the action is.

2nd and lastly. Stevil has a kit order going. If the “fuck you” and “hail satan” on the evil jersey was too much for you, consider the AHTBM Kit. Order HERE.

And by the way, my finish line salute is 1000 times radder than Cav’s….tune in tomorrow.


Tuesday, September 27th, 2011

From a man who’s life and views motivated me to higher education….I’m sure you have no idea who he is….but you know what square hair is….pathetic.

Bertrand Russell’s “Liberal Decalogue”…

The Ten Commandments that, as a teacher, I should wish to promulgate, might be set forth as follows:

1. Do not feel absolutely certain of anything.
2. Do not think it worth while to proceed by concealing evidence, for the evidence is sure to come to light.
3. Never try to discourage thinking for you are sure to succeed.
4. When you meet with opposition, even if it should be from your husband or your children, endeavour to overcome it by argument and not by authority, for a victory dependent upon authority is unreal and illusory.
5. Have no respect for the authority of others, for there are always contrary authorities to be found.
6. Do not use power to suppress opinions you think pernicious, for if you do the opinions will suppress you.
7. Do not fear to be eccentric in opinion, for every opinion now accepted was once eccentric.
8. Find more pleasure in intelligent dissent that in passive agreement, for, if you value intelligence as you should, the former implies a deeper agreement than the latter.
9. Be scrupulously truthful, even if the truth is inconvenient, for it is more inconvenient when you try to conceal it.
10. Do not feel envious of the happiness of those who live in a fool’s paradise, for only a fool will think that it is happiness.

Movin’ right along.

Monday, September 26th, 2011

It seems like the high tide of Single Speed World Champs/Labor {sic} Day/LOTOJA/Interbike/DocsUtah/Afterbike(which I didn’t even manage to leave Santa Clara for) has pulled back. Its time to get back to normal.

And thats refreshing.

But lets talk about bikes.
Outerbike is Oct 5-9th. Let me recommend it. Its what Interbike should be. You pay money and get to interact with bike companies…this means demo-ing bikes, talking to the designers/fabricators/etc. Its great. Space is limited, and many dirtballs don’t go “because what the fuck? It cost money….it should be free? Because bikes are cool.” Yeah, 100% of people who started retail businesses because they thought their industry was cool have gone out of business. So attend! Whether you work for a shop or not. Go ride bikes, see movies, drink beer, hang out with your friends in Moab. Its fun. Decide quickly – the 24 hrs of Moab are also that weekend.

Also on the radar is the Hurricane Fat Tire Festival. Register HERE.

Speaking of Southern Utah, MRS.D.E. and I have returned from our southern shop. I”m happy to report that we took our cat Blackie and she survived the trip caged up in the car both ways nicely. Big thanks to Fixie Dave for riding on Friday….it was the only ride accomplished during the trip. Swiss Days was in full swing in Santa Clara, and our shop is part of the historic district.

We had 2 of the sandstone “brick” doorways raised so that I wouldn’t knock my head and on the old, handcut header was ’08 in Pencil….I”m thinking thats the year of fabrication.

Its cool, The Notorious K.I.M has contracting skills and she is able to reclaim wood and turn it into useful things like tables

I, myself, hung around the town pawn shops where you can buy tools for pennies on the dollar.

We were also able to rescue a door with many 1″ cracks in it. It still looks rough, but the line we use every 8 minutes in Santa Clara is “Do you think it really matters Eddy?” (Xmas Vacation).

Thats about all I got…except for this.

The Interbike 2011 Post.

Monday, September 19th, 2011

Well, its good to be home….But in all honesty I feel like I”ve been home since Friday, since we’ve gotten Dharma Wheels South to a functional level…complete with central air. Shop is coming along nicely, wouldn’t you say?

That would be Pete calibrating our Cooper cooler, the ideal gift for any Utahn…it will chill a beer in just over a minute…and make it ice cold in about 3. Perfect for those days when you return from the liquor store and want to crack one of those room temperature beers ASAP.

So, happy new year. Interbike happened and let me say that it was the most productive interbike MrsDE and I have ever had. Interbike for me means 3 things…
1. Learning about products/attending tech seminars so that I can be one of the best educated sales people and best educated mechanics in the country.
2. Maintaining relationships with our vendors and fabricators – as well as comparing and evaluating what we do at our shop.
3. Getting the ball rolling (that means spending money) for programs thatbenefit our team sponsors, our team, and any/other customers.

Note on that list you DO NOT see 1. hanging around trying to get free shit. 2. Hanging around clogging up booths trying to get free beer. 3. Slapping hi fives and having contests to see how many people I know in the bike industry.

I take Interbike as seriously as I do any day at the office/shop. And that is as serious as a space shuttle launch.

So the Dharma Wheels Interbike started the weekend before with LOTOJA. I”ll have a separate post where I don’t say Fuck 100 times, so we’ll suffice it to say that I did complete the course, within the cutoff time, and with the help of Andy……then we drove home Sunday where I interviewed a wonderful young man for an associate position at the office. So, monday, after a shitshow of a morning – and they always are – thats why the shop is closed – we departed at noon for Santa Clara. Ariving there, we made contact with our builder Steve, made decisions, spent $10,000, and had a few beers. Tuesday morning, after completing a few final tasks, we departed for Las Vegas and the Dirt Demo. I guess it rained, because thats all anybody could really talk about….the shitty weather. It was 75 and overcast by the time we hit the dirt at 3pm. The Formula people immediately put 2 beers in our hands, and we continued on. Dirt demo has some vendors that are not present in the show. We said hi to Ibis, Chris King (and the rest of the crew) – and yes, we are in for 2012 Gourmet Century, and made ourselves known. Here is Jeff, getting run over by a Moonlander while Drinking.

After the DD, we head to the grocery store for supplies. Vegas can be expensive to exist in. After, we made it to our hotel, where we parked out car until Friday at lunch.
So Wed is show day. We meet our vendors, we learn about product. Here is Nick from Fox, updating me.

Here I am bleeding a set of Shimano ICE technology brakes….Out of a seminar of 250 people, about 5 stayed to actually work on the product. THAT is why my shop is one of the best in the country.

Circulus was there.

We left the show and had Sushi across from our hotel.

Then, off to bed once again at the stroke of 8.
Thursday is more of the same. Seminars, meetings, spending money. Here I am with J.P.H.N.H pinning a shitbike pin on.

The show tends to fall apart by about 3pm.

I did get to see my old bosses Vickie and Dwight, which was cool. Too bad they found me at the Surly booth with all my “friends”.

Then dinner, and a trip to the Peppermill….for the bottomdwellers association meeting. You’ll find the finest frame builder in the world there. Bruce Gordon.

Stevil Kinevil

Cheever and Sean

And God knows what else…

And, after staying out too late, we, and our hangovers departed Las Vegas once more. Look for a Lotoja post next, and a pile on information available at the shop.

Rough week.

Thursday, September 8th, 2011

For such a short week, man its been a little rough. I’ll most likely have some sort of a post tomorrow….this should tide you over.

I don’t have much, despite being taper time.

Sunday, September 4th, 2011

I don’t have much today. The weather has been perfect for a while and I”ve been out putting the last few long rides in for LOTOJA. Now its taper time. Ripped the Crest trail yesterday. Puke hill – no problem.

Our shop sells folding bikes. I like folding bikes. Folding bike people who are not at all uncomfortable with themselves…and I like that. Check out the world champs…

It is at this time that I’d like to congratulate MRSDREVIL on part one of her “breaking away” (get the cycling joke) from her contract job. The split is not without overlaps, loose ends and obligations. But the majority of the work is done. Kim actually went for a mountain bike ride yesterday. Her first in Park City of the season.

Another person whom I’d like to give some props to is (the other) big Jonny. Take a look at his post HERE.
It reminds me of back when I was in school….taking board exams….moving to Utah. Seems like 1000 years ago.
It also reminds me of how hard it was to start the office…and the shop….and the other shop down south. Glad the mountain stages are over….

Here is some poetry/story time from Flagtopia. And by the way, Geronimo would be cooler if he was Lakota.

Geronimo has a mean Cadillac. His beat ride scours the Mogollon Rim and the Gila and the ghost towns. His bony hands grasp the steering wheel just as the Marlboro Man held his reins. The chrome is scratched, the glass yellow and cloudy. The seats have no fabric, only rusty metal springs. The belts and hoses are disintegrated, and the tires flat. Pack rats live in the mufflers, cactus wrens in the air filter. There is no battery, and the gauges all read “extra medium.” The engine is lubricated with Anglo fat, and the gas tank filled with blood and official Mormon drink, the Pepsi-Cola.
He wears Wild Bill’s Schofield pistols cross-draw, tucked into Custer’s last sash. He has General Crook’s saber, President Grant’s whiskey flask, and Andrew Jackson’s scalp. And he remembers. He remembers his oldest foes. He remembers the dirty ol’ Mexicans. And he remembers Whitey McHonky. The settler. The railroaders, the miners, farmers, bankers, BIA agents, diseased cattle, cowboys, and their heifers. He was watching as forests were cut, oil wells drilled, rivers diverted, and deserts paved. He was buried where the backhoe dug, and breathed the air stinking of copper smelters and coal power plants. He watered his horse in the dry arroyos and dead streams. He hunted deer in your backyard. He remembers all of this. He’s coming for you.
Do not repent and beg. Do not cry or capitulate. Do not preach your innocence, plead your ignorance, or mention your family. He don’t give a shit. Load your guns, pack your belongings, and change the oil filter. You are being relocated to Florida. Or Dallas if you’re Jewish. Resist if you can. He’ll rape your hot daughters, piss on the Virgin Mary, curb stomp your God, and hang your pet kitty cats (“O Mr Snuggies got lynched!”). You won’t have time to clean up the poop in your pants, or stop and think. If you hesitate, the stampede will not wait with you. Run, or be trampled. Gringos will pave the Camino Diablo, and I-40. Geronimo’s Cadillac is the vehicle of righteousness. Please remain calm, pray in a clockwise direction, let’s all speak with God safely. If you thought Malcolm X was the anti-Christ, punk rock was the voice of the Devil himself, and Hip-Hop sounds like something a bunny would do, Geronimo will make you take the Lord’s name in vain, and then some.