As the 'editor' of this blog, it seems appropriate to take a moment to reflect as we move closer to the New Year.
Jason on our ride to the Two Sisters Bakery for coffee while visiting Homer, Alaska…
2011 has been a whirlwind, perhaps even more of a whirlwind than previous years. We run a pretty lean ship here, and it takes a dedicated bunch to make it all work.
I don't think The Crew will mind when I say there have been struggles along the way. But we've moved through them, have worked to learn and improve, and have returned to fight another day. We've worked hard this year to bring you bikes and bike parts that (we hope) you are happy to own and ride.
But there have also been many, many brilliant times this year.
I'm fortunate to work with really good people. People that sometimes make work feel more like play. It is easier to think of them as friends, than as coworkers. That is a real blessing to me, and just one more in a life already rich with blessings.
We get to dream bikes, think bikes, talk bikes, design bikes, and (I hope) inspire bicyclists…heck, sometimes we even get to ride bikes together for work. Not bad at all.
This past year I've been fortunate to travel to some pretty amazing places for work; wonderous and beautiful places. And in those places, I've met people even more amazing and inspiring than the places themselves. They have taught me about life, and how to really live it, which is about as great a gift as one can receive. It is all quite humbling actually.
So, we move into 2012, and while I know some of what we have in store for you, there are also great surprises that await all of us. Where will we go? Who will we meet? What lessons will we learn? I look forward to finding out.
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I love being outside. I prefer to ride on dirt. Or snow. If I was born a hundred years earlier I might have been a polar explorer. There's a great natural world out there to see, smell, taste, listen to, and experience. Life slows down out there and the distractions we've created will disappear if you let them. Give me a backpack and let me go.