It all started when my wife crushed my best friend under the moving tires of my Jeep Grand Cherokee the day before I was supposed to participate in a 12 hour race called Dirt, Sweat, and Gears! You see, we had just arrived at the camping area of the race when I heard the sound of twisting Reynolds steel and the crushing of my nicely broken in Brooks saddle. To my astonishment and blood curdling screams, I was shocked to find my beautiful Niner Sir9 wedged under the tires of my vehicle and my wife behind the wheel. After the initial shock of losing something that I had put a ton of blood, sweat and energy into, I decided to make the best of the weekend.
It wasn’t long before word of the bike murder had circled the race and many condolences were given…however, one truly stuck out. I made my way to the Moots tent where I met Jon C. and Matty P., two Moot magic men! They repeatedly offered their commiserations and even offered to lend me one of their sweet rides. I gratefully thanked them, but I had already been loaned a replacement. This was my first encounter with Moots. From that moment on I had dreamt about owning one of their bikes.
Then several years down the road….the day came! I walked towards the large cardboard box containing my own piece of handmade titanium goodness shipped directly from Colorado! As the box was opened, I was greeted by a handwritten letter from none other than Jon C. He referred to the dreadful day at DSG many years prior which set the stage for me being a Moots owner. It was that day that I was welcomed into the Moots congregation and am now frequently energize in what is my church….