

Yo….
It is I. Back from another crazy trip. Hopped a flight to the PDX in Portland, OR to help establish the Team Expresscopy.com Service course. (that’s euro for warehouse) Met up with Scott (Director Sportif) and Kiwi Jeff. We stacked a bunch of shelves, went out to Olive Garden in the sponsors $136,000 Maseratti,( did you know in the PDX you can’t order a beer if you are a Kiwi- drivers license or not- without your passport- no, it’ s true) bought a box truck. Drank some really good coffee (thank you Riseretta) Pulled some pimp my ride magic- custom racks for 40 wheels, 16 bikes and months of parts and food- some flashy yellow stickers and 4 days labor- Voila!! new team truck. I was flown out to help with the truyck buil out, but my primary purpose was to build the Girls new Galium Argon 18 Race Bikes and Glue up all of there flashy new Easton Deepdish Carbon Wheels- 1st Problem- no bikes- not Sunday, Not Monday, Tuesday or Wedsday. Thursday they arrived!!!! and needed to be built from Scratch before noon so that we could load everything up and get to Monterey CA, for the Sea Otter Classic by 1:00 Friday (800 miles away) oh yeah and the tubulars were in California with Jim Wannamaker from Kenda- issues, issues, issues. On to the slideshow portion of our program.

Clif Bar- This will get the girls through June. Yup. June.

Kiwi Jeff and I do good work- we cleaned Portland out of Wheel holders and still needed another 10- but the truck is set up very well.

Yes- Those are all Carbon SRAM Force Cranksets and Easton Carbon EC70 Seatposts. Mmmm Carbonnnnnnn.

PDX Service Course- Thursday 2:15pm

PDX Service Course- Thursday 3:45pm. Gotta go, go, go man…….

Ok- This is the view of Kiwi Jeff and his van trailer combo. I saw way to much of this view in the 800+ miles driven from Portland, OR to Monterey CA. We left late. The box truck I was driving brole down within the Portland City limits- TWICE!!! Man. We had to do a little wheel sucking- I actually had to put the box truck about 2 feet behind the van and trailer to catch a draft so that we wouldn’t run out of gas outside SanJose- We were on Fumes and Jeff gave us a draft for 26 miles and here is what we saw when we stopped for gas….

Truely a man’s gas station!!!! Girlie mags, Fishin’ mags, stuffed stuff and Coors!! Yehaw- Fire up the General Uncle Jessy- Rosco’s a’ comin!!! Holy. F’n. Crap.
So Many stories. So little energy… Much, much more to come from this trip>>>>>>>
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