
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...)