Sunday, December 23, 2012

Tales from the Bike Shop: The GU KInG

This February will be my 13th year in the bike industry. In that time some pretty cool stories have come along. I'd like to share some of the better stories about people, places and events that have come my way. To start I will take you back to my very first bike shop job in Branson Missouri and introduce you to.... The GU King!
The first bike shop I ever worked at was a one man show in the Ozark hills of Branson Missouri. As is the case with most "one man shows", Craig, my boss, really needed an employee so he could have a day off. I became his shop Grom in the Fall of 2000. After one day of "training" I was soon left on my own, breaking chain tools and selling the wrong size bikes to people. Luckily for Craig, I learned quickly as he REALLY needed some days off.

 Working alone can be difficult. People and phone calls NEVER trickle in, they come all at once. When not accustomed to this it can be pretty overwhelming. So you would think that I would have been overjoyed when a middle aged guy named Darren started showing up to just "hang out." But the thing about Darren was that he didn't ride bikes. He also almost didn't talk at all and when he did it was in a sloooow drawl. He mostly would just stare at me and smile. It was a little creepy. He didn't help me with the shop unless I asked him to "just watch the place" while I went to the bathroom. He would answer my questions, but in short sentences and with no detail. Once I managed to get out of him that he had been in the military during the Gulf War, had been in an accident and that he was now a volunteer EMT/Firefighter. As time passed I began to dread my Saturday's with Darren. It was just so weird that he didn't have anything better to do, but sit on the stool and watch me work.


I finally talked to Craig about him and he said "Oh he's harmless, just let him hang out." So I did, but I began to simply loathe the sight of him. He would be there in the mornings as I was un-locking the shop, just waiting to come in and sit...and stare... and smile...

I finally talked again to Craig about the situation. I told him I felt uncomfortable and that Darren was making me crazy. Craig said he would ask him not to come to the shop anymore if I wanted him to, but that I should think about it for the week. As my weekend came back around I thought hard about whether I really wanted Craig to ask him to leave. I realized he really didn't harm a thing just sitting there and that maybe the problem was with me, not him. And another thing occurred to me. Maybe he really liked bikes? As my Saturday started, like clockwork Darren was there. At the end of the day I decided, instead of asking him to leave, that I would ask him if he wanted to go mountain biking. To my surprise he said yes. I let him use one of our rental bikes and the next day we went on a ride. It was a short one, but he seemed to really enjoy it. Towards the end of the ride Darren was starting to bonk. I offered him a GU energy gel which he had never had before. He gulped down the Chocolate Outrage and remarked that it "tasted like cake batter." (say it like Forrest Gump and you've got it perfectly!)

The next Saturday Darren was there as usual, but to my surprise he was really jazzed and talkative and all he seemed to think about was BIKES! He was suddenly interested in all that had surrounded him for months.  He asked me questions about bikes and he told me he was ready to get his first real mountain bike. He also had me order him several flavors of GU, and bought all that we had on the shelf.  Sometime in the middle of that week I sold him a decent entry level hardtail mountain bike. That next Saturday, on our morning ride,  Darren generously offered me any flavor of GU that I might want and I was shocked to notice that he had at least a box of GU in his back pack. I said "Dang Darren, you're like a freakin GU King!"   Little did I know what I had created!

As the months went by Darren became head over heals in love with cycling. He bought a road bike too and was proud to only wear Fox Racing moto cross gear on all his rides, including road rides. He had his new nickname stenciled on the back.  The name read in huge letters.... "GU KI G"   I asked him where the "N" was in KING?   He said  "They were out of N's"

Sometime in late Fall 2001 Craig and I traveled down into Arkansas to ride the new Syallmo Trail system. Darren had really progressed as a cyclist and so we invited him along, although we were a bit worried about his fitness for such a long ride.  That day the trail was rough, the trail was soggy and the conditions were tough.  Darren slipped further and further behind, until we were waiting for long stretches of time.  At one stop Darren finally came toward us pushing his bike.  He stopped and threw his large Fox backpack on the ground with a thud.  Craig said, "What do you have in that thing?"  Darren said, "Oh ya know, just some GU."   Craig investigated and we found 5 BOXES of GU!  Every flavor and many many POUNDS worth of GU!   Enough was enough, we confiscated the GU KING's bounty and split it up between us for the rest of the ride.  From that point on we checked his back pack before every long ride.


I left the Ozarks in 2003 to head for Moab and Fruita,  chasing my mountain bike dreams.  As the years have slipped by most of my old Ozark ride crew has moved on to other adventures or simply stopped doing anything.  It's hard to get anyone to ride with me when I go home now, despite the many miles I drive to visit.  On one visit home I was stoked to get home to show my new wife all the trails I grew up on and to ride with the old crew.  The problem was there wasn't a crew anymore.  Nobody to ride with...except for Darren, the one guy whom I almost had removed from the bike shop was now my most loyal riding buddy.  Long live the GU KInG!!!


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Thursday, December 20, 2012

A "Fall" to remember...

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I hope this is the last blog post where my broken ankle is still a subject worth discussing.  That "fall" down a nameless hill was a needed interruption in life as usual.  Through this Spring and early Summer, try as I might, I wasn't able to summon the inner power to "live every day to its fullest" as I once did after injuring my back.  However, with help from the broken ankle and a little time in a wheel chair,  it's pretty easy to keep my glass of attitude half full!   As I started this blog post,  back in November, the leaves were still bright yellow along the river bottoms and the days were still warm in a short sleeve shirt.  Every ride was like my first.  It didn't matter whether the dirt was "tacky" or if my bike was creaking. Those little annoyances just didn't matter because life was good again and I was on my bike out in this wonderful world.  Now that the snow has finally flown I found enough time to do a blog post.  Enjoy these random pics from a pretty amazing "Fall."

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My new bike above....and our new baby below. The baby seems to be already pedaling! Betcha didn't think I'd end this blog post with that kind of picture!!!
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Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Yellow Fever...

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  I was unsure if I would get to experience the high country wearing its yellow coat this year.  My broken ankle, which had been behaving so well, had taken a few "steps" backwards.  Stiffness and swelling were keeping me off the bike making me stir crazy at home.  (see previous blog post for what happens when I'm stir crazy at home)

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Luckily Mary's Dad's retirement party forced us out of Fruita and a nice trade of days with George allowed for 5 days in a row off.   We left for Moab with our little Rover in tow, a couple of bikes and the usual high strung little dog, in search of adventure.  Whether it would be by bike, by foot or by automobile we did not know.

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In Moab we celebrated over 30 years of Mary's Dad working for the state of Utah by shooting the heck out of cans.  And we were all put to shame by Mary's 10 for 10 shooting score, and then further humbled when she realized she had forgotten to wear her contacts that morning!

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  My ankle was feeling like crap in Moab.  In three days there wasn't one day that I thought I could ride my bike and I was struggling to walk without a limp.  We figured with the time off we had better enjoy what we had, so we drove toward Telluride and the frosty air of the high country.


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 It was hard to feel sorry for my-self as we rolled into Telluride that evening.  Simply amazing was the sight.

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We "camped" in the middle of nowhere in the San Juan Mountains.  A nice stream bubbled outside which was more then cold enough to soak my ankle in.  We lounged around for a morning until I decided that if my ankle felt like crap it may as well feel like crap while riding my bike.


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  The worlds most perfect double track slithered away from our camp into the mountains.  Dinka and I were on it!  For two hours we climbed into the yellow world of the upper altitudes.

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Finally I ran out of steam.  We had to turn around without reaching the top, where ever that was?  We bombed back down the way we had came and I decided to NOT let off in the rough sections of trail.

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As we got back to camp I realized for the first time in a while my ankle was feeling pretty good. I soaked it in the stream and contemplated riding Phils World in Cortez the next morning.


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  My ankle felt better then ever the next morning.  Mary took a departing shot of my first ride on real single track since shattering it over 3 months ago.  Most people don't return to activity like this for 6 months with my specific inury.  About 2 hours into our ride I begin to notice I no longer felt the pain and tightness.  Things were changing.  My body was remembering that I am indeed a mountain biker and that it KNOWS HOW TO DO THIS!  

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Four hours we rode that day, little Dinka dog and I.  We were having so much fun we ran out of water.  Luckily we were saved by Tim, from Durango.  The only mountain biker we saw the whole day and of course he was wearing an Over The Edge jersey.  We finished Phils World together, shredding the Rib Cage like it was our first time.  So much fun!  Thanks so much to Tim for keeping my little mutt watered and for sharing a little piece of a really sweet bike ride with me.  Riding bikes is so RAD!  It's so good to be back.

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