Tagged: Bike To Work

Things of Note

Good afternoon (morning) gentle reader. Two things of note. First, Hawley’s annual Bike To Work extravaganza is fast approaching. This year we’ve got an online registration (just like my favorite online poker sites minus the regret) and some super-friendly vendors coming to share the experience of riding to work and then stuffing our collective faces.

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Second, this cat belongs to Sarah at Cane Creek. Bring your cat to work day apparently. It looks like Ziggy Stardust.

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Bike To Work Rally Photo Bomb: During Ride Excellence

A toddler in a baby trailer equates to “nobody is going to make an unsafe pass on these two” and consequently, “babies are somewhat lazy”

Hello there.

Lost in a miasmatic cloud of rumination, El Jefe culls through his databanks, searching for a tasty new nugget of distributionarial insight.

Inspiration achieved, he dances on his pedals and unleashes attack after attack upon a hapless peloton. “Stick to my wheel or I take your desk chairs away for 6 weeks!!!” Many are shed, many are shelled, some are tickled.

Bonnie attempts to maintain contact with the peloton up Mont Gilbert. The team director car is nowhere to be seen and the broom wagon looms ominously in the corner of her eye. It is safe to say, Bonnie’s contract is in jeopardy for next season.

At the ends of their collective rope, Tony (inside grumbling, sales miscreant) and J-Town counterattack the peloton only to see their efforts neutralized by a fat guy on a Vespa.

Tony’s musette bag, scavenged from the flaming body of a dead hobo discovered in a ditch… on the way to the ride. Seriously, can our friends at Chrome get this guy something that doesn’t smell like Robert Parish’s high tops? Or at least smell like Danny Ainge’s high tops?

Last climb of the day. With the peloton in shreds and the support vehicles abandoned and left for the C.H.U.D.S, the police officers take control… BY GETTIN’ THE HECK OUTTA THERE (just kidding ya’ll)

See the rider in the bright red shirt? The one on the far right? Astride the gold bike? No idea who he is but he’s still got my wallet. El Hefe’s words, not mine!

Right to left, Rachael, Zebulon, Cragnor The Face Mangler, T-76 and His Eminence…

Left to right: Matthew (Product manager, functionally illiterate), Doug (new sales customer service coordinator, born without a last name as is the custom with the Yaqui indians), Megan (new product manager, roller derby zealot), Tony Stone (goon), Jose (mega-goon), Carmen (Product manager, Jose’s sweetie pie) and Zach (Hawley).

JoAn (HR, far right) pedals furiously to catch Ben to yell at him for screwing up his timecard, yet again.

Matt Church (accounting thaumaturge) coasts the entire route using the unconditional love of a good woman to power him up the climbs.

Sensing great power, J-Town tries to jump into Matt’s psychic slipstream. Matt big rings the parasite into the netherworld.

We lost three riders who accidentally took the on-ramp to Interstate 20, never to be seen agaaaaaaaaain. Happy Halloween!

 

Bike To Work Rally Photo Bomb: Pre-Ride Jitters, Terror Sweats, Anticipation

Teddy bear grasping novelty sized American flag (shipping)…

Sign in table to get the numbers for posterity’s sake, under the watchful eye of Judy (accounting)…

Patrick’s (product manager) twine finishing tape compliments his cork handlebar plugs quite nicely…

Jose (international sales) on his beloved Schwinn and decked out in his much-maligned Hawaiian shirt…

The always dapper J-Town (inventory replenishment)…

The mythical John Leonard (shipping, red helmet, foreground) imparts wisdom, jollity.

Bonnie (administrative juggernaut) readies herself for the futureworld…

Tony Stone (service center manager, beardie) and Palmetto Cycling Coalition honcho Rachael Kefalos…

from port to starboard, the effervescent James (miscellaneous warehouse duties), the perpetually cranky Brian Golden (shipping), the aforementioned John Leonard (strength, wisdom), and Jeanie’s son Brad (shipping)…

Final instructions before the 54 assembled riders barrel into traffic…

(Many thanks to Captain Jerry for some of the above photos)