Ice-mageddon Monday

Sunday's rain storms turned into an ice-mageddon Monday. We had a second demo day planned for the shop in Franklin. I got up early and headed out to feed the horses and noticed everything was covered in thick sheets of ice. Even the gravel drive was frozen and slick. When I got back to the house I turned on the news just to see how the roads were. I65 apparently hadn't moved in over an hour and 24+ wrecks on I24 were still awaiting first responders. In a word, traffic was a mess.

It smells like campfire.

The mayor requested all non-essential staff/workers stay home from work. Phone calls and texts went back and forth between the powers that be at work and we ended up shutting the stores for the day. So the demo was canceled, but there were still 2 bikes at the shop we needed to get in the van, one to be boxed up and shipped, and a whole slew of dirty demo bikes needing to be cleaned. After lazing about watching Despicable Me and eating yet more pizza, we headed out and braved the roads in the Moots van.

All in all the roads were in pretty good shape. Travel was in the sub 40 mph zone and there were many cars off the roads and stuck in ditches. Despite it all we were able to make it to downtown Franklin unscathed and had a little bit of time to indulge in some locally roasted coffee and pastries. Corey loves a good pastry.

Then it was off to the shop to polish up the dirty demo fleet and get the van organized, loaded, and ready for the next leg of the trip. It took the better part of the afternoon to get it all done. Kinda ironic that the boys had to come so far South just to get snowed/iced out.

We headed back towards the 'boro, got some dinner, then said our goodbyes to Corey and Matty. Our portion of the trip had come to and end. Hopefully we'll be seeing them again soon this fall. Colorado has been calling me and it's time I answer.

The Arrival of Little Smells Like Campfire Sunshine Boy

Matty and Corey got back to the farm late Saturday night after spending the entire day at the Snake Creek Gap Time Trials. Matty got to race, Corey manned the booth and demos. Before Matty had left the Mother Ship with the van, Corey had asked me if there was anything I needed packed. I told him to pack sunshine and dry weather for Sunday's Demo. Saturday I got a text from him stating the weather outlook didn't look so good. I reminded him that he was supposed to have packed it in the van. He responded "I thought sunshine was your new nickname for me". Either way, he left them both out of the van.

I got to the farm after them and greeted Corey with a hug and said "you smell like campfire", to which Matty started belly laughing. Apparently, Corey was surrounded by campfires all day and bemoaned the odor all the way back in the van. Funny stuff.

Since Corey missed out on riding Saturday, he and I sneaked out Sunday morning before the planned demo to get a quick ride in. It was 59 when we woke up and the sun appeared to be threatening to peak out from behind the clouds. I took him around one of my favorite local loops. A scenic taste of what middle TN has to offer: gravel, narrow country lanes, winding roads, rollers, and a few hills that Corey referred to as landfills.

We got back just in time to get the tents and bikes set up before the demo riders began to trickle in. The partly cloudy 60 degree day lasted about 20 minutes into the demo before a massive cold front started to blow in that took the temps down 23 degrees in minutes. It started to drizzle a bit by the time the group ride went off at 2pm, but luckily it held out for the 40ish mile ride. Just wind and cold.

JD, dressed in his Moots best, greeted each rider and kept watch over the demo fleet. 

Lo and Brian piloting some Moots for the group ride. Lo's riding the new Vamoots Disc Road NAHBS show bike.

Mr. Campfire Sunshine Boy 

After the ride it was time for a campfire, pizza, and beverages while all the riders hung out admiring the bikes, chatting with Matty and Corey, and enjoying a Sunday out at the farm. Once the rain storms rolled in for good the party moved into the barn. All in all not a bad way to spend a Sunday in March.

A Visit from MattyP

Moot's Cycles' MattyP!

Note: Computer time has been a rarity for me as of late. I apologize to Steven for not updating regularly and messing up his morning routine. I've got a few updates queued up, so fear not Steven.

A little over two weeks ago we had a visitor roll through town on his way to the Snake Creek Time Trials in Dalton, GA. MattyP from Moots somehow got the clearance to drive the van for the first leg of the Southeast Demo tour. I was told to expect him Friday, so naturally I delayed doing most of the house cleaning chores until Thursday night. He arrived Thursday around 4PM. Meh, the house is really more for the dogs anyway. They spend more time here than I do.

Always love seeing the van parked in the driveway.

He hung out at the shop until we closed then we headed out for some food. Being a leaf-eater, my normal "go-to-with-out-of-towners" restaurants wouldn't really cut it. So we took advice from co-worker Andy and headed out to a new-ish Indian restaurant. I had no idea what I ordered or what questions I was answering from the waiter, I just nodded in the affirmative or the negative. Whatever I ordered and agreed was delicious though. Just enough spiciness, just enough unknown, and very filling. We caught up with the statuses of each others' lives as we ate. Hard to believe it's been two years since I've seen Matty.

We headed back to the farm so he could see the dogs and get some sleep after his marathon drive. After driving straight through and him losing an hour due to the time change, I was a good friend and woke him up extra early so he could meet me and the rest of the work crew for an early mountain bike ride before work on Friday. Despite the recent warm temps (mid 60's) Friday morning was in the upper 20's which made for a perfect hero dirt trail bed.

Matty had just gone from couch to racing solo singlespeed at the 24 Hours of Old Pueblo race. So from couch, to 24 hours of ss'ing, to marathon driving. Needless to say it was good for Matty to get out and stretch his legs. Matty took me out on a trail ride the last day of our Steamboat trip and it was one of the best trails I'd ridden. Chickasaw is one of my favorite local trails, but I wish we'd been able to get him out to the mountain. I think he'd have really loved that trail. I still owe him.

Afterwards I headed to work and Matty headed out to Chattanooga to pick up Corey for the Snake Creek TT. Moots was sponsoring the event and giving a frame away to a random winner. Matty was also able to race the Snake,  in which he got to experience it the way it should be experienced the first time: via the sketchy bus ride of doom! I believe he even sat near Steven on the bus ride too, so there is a bit of serendipity to bookend this post.

It's a real shame the dogs and Matty don't get along.