While trying to write this I thought about how hard it is to imagine I once hoped to be a writer – well, not just a writer, but an English professor. That’s before I spent two days in college and my dream to continue on in the bicycle industry was completely reaffirmed.
While the rest of my up-North coworkers were listening to the Doors, shot-gunning beers at lunch and hiding out in the basement, I focused on learning as much as I could about bicycles, their design, fit, form and function. This led me to Minneapolis where I learned to race mountain and cyclocross bikes, and was introduced the phenomenal cycling culture that has helped name Minneapolis the best cycling city in North America.
Years later, here we are at Angry Catfish where we listen to Styx, shot gun beers at breakfast and don’t have a basement.