
She's so damned cute, she deserves her own picture;

Notice how the Devil Dog is almost awake/ almost asleep... waiting to attack.
Tim

She's so damned cute, she deserves her own picture;

Notice how the Devil Dog is almost awake/ almost asleep... waiting to attack.
Tim
So Blogger finally allowed me to post the picture today... Jeesh!
Yes, I notice the irony that I am still riding my Shimano pedals on a SRAM bike... but they are my favorite pedals. I will keep upadting as I have the chance to keep riding and testing the parts. The real test going on is the frame the parts are bolted to. All I can say is; carbon, good ride, not uber expensive, unidirectional carbon (no cosmetic outer weave), not noodly. That's all I can divulge for now. Oh and 60cm bike, with Rival group, heavy wheels, carbon fork with alloy steerer and alloy bar and stem- 17.51lbs... not bad at all. With a little effort, not much at all really, you could get it to 16. More later...
Here's a shot from the drive home yesterday as well; we have a wild fire in Palm Springs that has filled the skies with smoke and ash, creating an eery red sky... spooky...
Still, this is nowhere near as bad as a few years ago when nearly all of SoCal was on fire. That turned day into night and everything, everywhere smelled like smoke.
Today's drive has a Special Guest- very special indeed; Masidaughter. It's staying dark in the mornings now that we are in winter, plus it was overcast this morning. Even though it means driving home in the dark, I'm looking forward to the time change so that it is not so dark in the mornings.
... became this...
... became this...
... finally became this;
and I couldn't be happier with it!
Dave is one of our inside sales guys and is also a very talented young artist. He is doing some of the graphic artwork for the Haro BMX bikes and really is a great kid. He's got talent... a lot of it too. The tattoo artists were very impressed with his design.
(Soda Pop is the guy in the background...)
The shop is located in what used to be an old movie house that is now converted to retail space.
All of the staff there is awesome! Seriously, I was floored by how nice the whole crew there is. They have a pool table in the back of the building and I think I might just have to go hang out there and have a few beers and shoot pool with them some time. They are in my neighborhood after all. I talked to all of them and all of them were cool and nice and really care about what they are doing and the people they are working on/ with. During my tattoo (2.5 - 3 hours), each of the different artists came in to check on things and to see if I was ok or needed anything. They were kick ass! Seriously... go check them out if you are in San Diego. I love my new tattoo!
Soda Pop preparing his sterile equipment.
The sterile equipment. Everything nice and clean. I watched Soda Pop pull fresh needles out of sealed packages, so I know they were clean and sanitary.
My "pain face" (just for you Gilby)... anybody tells you "tattoos don't hurt", punch'em in the nuts/ ovaries for me! After 4 of these things now, I can tell you.. it hurts. I'm sure Sascha would agree...
Before anyone comments... yes, I know I have a large ass. I'm a track sprinter for crying outloud... we're supposed to have big asses.
How many of you got to have your calves wrapped in celophane this evening? That's what I thought...
My reward for sitting through 2+ hours of tattoo and walking home with my leg wrapped in celophane? Newcastle Brown Ale...
... and a beautiful new tattoo!
eMend, eLoad and Zone Caps... YIPPEE!

(Such style and catlike grace on the bike.)
(Contemplating those he's just crushed with his massive power.)
(The steely eyes of a fierce competitor.)
It wasn't the prettiest day at the beach this weekend, but it was good enough for my daughter!
She likes the beach... a lot.
This was part of my drive in to work, crossing over an ocean lagoon with the sun coming up through the clouds...
Then driving up the hill to the office, I got to look into the clouds and sun... it was creepier looking than the photo can ever reveal. (I'm no Ansel Adams...)
Not all that long ago, maybe 5 years ago, Jim decided to get back on the bike. Since making that choice, he's been pretty much an even bigger nutjob about cycling than me. He probably reads more of the race reports and watches all of the online race coverage- even though he still pronounces the names of riders worse than Phil Liggett. (I swear, for a guy who has seen nearly every inch of Europe, his pronounciations are horrible!) Jim has over the past couple years become one of the world's biggest Masi fans- outside of me of course. His undying support of my work has been very much appreciated and needed. He's been a great sounding board for my ideas and has been a constant cheerleader for the brand. He's been a great racing supporter and has put his money where his mouth is and started a team- the one I race for. On top of being a great architect (a really great one), he's also a damned good graphic designer and web designer.
Over the past few years, we've ridden together several times- though admittedly we'd both like to ride more together. I've had the great pleasure of watching Jim regain fitness, enter races and really progress as a rider. It's been great to watch his passion for cycling grow and grow. I mean, I'm pretty consumed by cycling (just ask my wife), but Jim is right there with me.
Maybe it's just the bike...
(Chris Raceles- our BMX Product Manager- in the midst of teardown.)
(The Masibestfriend checking his eyelids for holes during teardown.)

(Not only is the head tube lug gorgeous, but the fork crown is amazing. Check out the inscription; "Buonasera signorina"- Good night ladies. Amazing...)
(That's the Squirrel on the left.)
(Guitar Ted on the left, Squirrel in the middle, Tim Grahl to the right and then I lose the names...)
(Shiny and clean! Thanks to Wayne and the other Haro folks who toiled away on the booth.)
(Yep, that's me with Bob Roll. Me with Bob Roll. ME WITH BOB ROLL!)
Gotta give a quick nod to my new friends over at Missing Saddle. I hung out with Curtis and Skiles and laughed my ass off. Two really damend funny dudes who also happen to be race nerds like me. Check out their site... please.

(Penske trucks rolling through the desert.)

(A little blurry because I was going nearly 40mph down the hill to the dam.)

(The dam, as seen from the first scenic overlook.)
(Post ride helmet hair...)
Day Two; Dirt Demo... the real thing
We got the Masi booth set up pretty quickly with the demo bikes and got ready for the throngs of riders from shops all over the country and they didn't dissappoint. There were many, many retailers there, along with all of us vendors, and many members of the cycling press as well (more on that later). We sent many folks out on the new CXR cross bike and the new version of the Gran Criterium (built with the new SRAM Rival group this year). Each rider came back with many compliments about the bikes and most even grabbed the bike they hadn't already ridden and went out for another ride. Way cool. By the way- my apologies to those folks who rode bikes that I personally worked on... we eventually got them fixed up.
(Late in the day, after the sun had baked us dry as bones.)
The overall response to both bikes was really fantastic and I was really put at ease by how many people came back from the rides smiling. (As an aside- our brothers and sisters at Haro had an exceptional demo as well. If you're looking for a 29r... have they got something for you!)
A big, big "thank you" goes out to our sales rep in the Haro/ Masi family, Bob Bellamy. Bob came to demo and worked the entire time with me so that I wouldn't have to fly solo in the booth... which would have been ugly. Bob also threw down some serious effort in the Masi booth during the show as well. Without Bob's help, I would have been in trouble. Bob- Thanks a ton!
After the first day of demo and riding the new cross bike around the demo area, I was aching for a ride. We got back to the hotel in Boulder City around 6:30 and I bolted out the door in my gear and headed out onto the rodes again. This time, rather than just going down to the first veiw point over the Hoover Dam, I went all the way down to the damn itself. Which, by the way, is truly an amazing site up close. Also, I have noticed that when you descend 8-9 miles, it means you have to climb 8-9 miles on the return trip... up hill... big hill. By the time I got back to the hotel, it was dark and I was getting cold and very, very hungry. My coworkers had already departed for dinner, but fortunately gave me a call and brought me back some dinner (thanks John). I scarfed it down, without ever even chewing or tasting the food- but I am told it was good.
(This is before going up this...)
(Have I mentioned I am not a very good climber?)
Day Three; 3rd Annual Hangover Ride and Day Two of Demo
Day three started off early to get to the booth and get it set back up. We tore it down at night because the desert winds have been known to send tents flying to Arizona. We had to get to the booth in time to get it ready for bike pick-ups for those folks who reserved a bike for the ride. We had three prearranged and one special guest request at the last moment; Lennard Zinn. Lennard is the head Technical Editor over at VeloNews and also a very talented frame builder. He's kind of a "hero" of mine, so having him ride one of my bikes was a huge thrill and also a little nerve wracking. I mean, the guy knows good bikes (and bad bikes) when he rides them. I'm very confident in my bikes, but he IS Lennard Zinn... After a few adjustments for Lennard and the other folks taking our bikes out, things moved down to the bottom of the hill for the start of the ride. Scott Montgomery, the head of Scott USA in the US, gave the opening "speech" and it was perfect. Basically, in an oversimplified version, he talked about how great it was that we could all get together as an industry and go for a ride and have fun together. Together, he pointed out, we could do greater things for the sport and the industry. Together, as a family of friends with a "friendly rivalry", we could all help to grow all of our slices of the pie by creating a bigger pie. Yes, I'm a sucker for pep-talks and feel-good speeches about this industry, but I think that Scott said some great things.
Once we got rolling, the nearly three hundred of us headed down to Lake Mead. Once we got to the lake, the friendly morning ride turned into a hammerfest... and I was letting my ass write checks that my legs couldn't cash! I was in the first group with the real killers (like Wayne Stetina) as we got almost to the turn around point. But then we hit a hill... and I popped lilke an overinflated tire! I saw stars, I felt weak, I saw the Care Bears and then I couldn't see the group anymore. I fought my way through different groups of stragglers falling off the fastguy group... but I never caught them before the turn around. The good folks of Mavic were hosting the turn around point so I stopped long enough to drink a Coke and get my blood sugar/ caffeine back in whack. After that I rolled gingerly over each hill and limped through all the other hurting folks. In the end, I had a great time... even if the ego took a major bashing for being old, fat and outta shape. But hey, it was a great ride with all of my industry brothers and sisters. How bad could it be, right?
On the final, long hill up from the lake, I caught back up to Lennard Zinn. He seemed to actually like the bike and we spoke for a few moments before he took a phone call and rode along at a slower pace. I chatted with some guy from Boulder City (sorry I forgot your name) until the end of the ride and then cleaned up with a damp cloth and got ready for more demo riders!
Lennard came back by the booth to drop off the bike, but instead said that he really liked the bike (despite some shifting issues that were likely my fault) and wanted to keep riding it so he could give the new Hutchincon tubeless road tire and Shimano tubeless compatible wheels a try. I said ok of course and sent him back out. The wheels ride great he said and he was impressed with the bike as well... he even gave it a very slight mention on VeloNews.
The rest of the day consisted of many more demo riders going on rides with the bikes. After a second full day in the sun and sand, we were pretty happy to see 5:00 roll around. We bundled up the bikes, the tent and other crap... stuff... and headed into the city of neon lights... Las Vegas.
(Stay tuned for another installment...)
Tim
