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  • Frame Bag Caveat

    Frame Bag Caveat

    “Is that an electric bike”?

    “No”

    “But he is riding so fast”

    “He is strong”

    “But …”

    “Listen it is storage. I mean the dude has a 12 pack of carbonated water and other groceries on board. It’s called a frame bag.”

    Upon learning of this conversation I decided to take my frame bags off. Maybe even start driving a car. I mean if I am accused of being assisted I will get more groceries.

    And you people that think you want to “participate” with me with assistance … go to hell. You suck.

    For now I am going bag-less. And let’s be honest, the OTHERS are just disguised motorcycles. Should we also start letting smokers back in public places?

  • FatPacking to Little Bear Cabin

    FatPacking to Little Bear Cabin

    I was a little unsettled before we arrived at the parking area because Bozeman had survived 3 major snowfalls since we were there last. We had done a scout trip on a Wednesday Night Adventure. And even then going was tough due to the lack of snow machine traffic. Heavy powder is tough to push through as all us fat bikers know. And with my partner verging on sickness I suspected we would turn around and just go to the hot springs instead.

    Leaving the vehicle my hopes went up and it seemed that maybe things would be packed down and doable. The only thing that could get in the way would be if the warm temps were so warm that we fall through and couldn’t ride. Which would be the show stopper.

    5 miles out and at the base of the big 2 mile climb things turned sour. Indeed it was hot enough and we could not float the crust or peddle through the fresh wet powder. Only 1 snow machine had been up there that morning and their track was not enough. I waited for Mo to make “the decision”.

    “let’s just push for an hour and then see if it improves”, she said.

    I knew it wouldn’t but what the heck. A hour of nice sunny day of easy pushing … right? Walking in the track was not that hard. And then there was the fact that I could ride certain parts. Actually I cleared 60% of the 2 mile climb. Mo did not. And that was 2 hours after we wanted to make “the decision”. And then it was too late. We might as well push to the cabin at that point.

    When the one snow machine track we had was not enough to hold us any longer the pushing became very hard. I did not want to kill my partner so I force-ably made her LET me push her bike. She did not have the energy to fend me off and just let me. I would of never gotten away with this tactic if she felt OK. So my routine was to push my bike through the heavy snow for a mile then run back and push hers on my track … kind of a rest push as you will.

    We made it to the cabin almost 5 hours later and I went to work to get it warmed up. Neither of us had the energy for anything else and just passed out in the bunks.

    On This Day
  • Around the corner

    Around the corner

    Every time the sun comes out, it hints at something bigger than that one blissful moment. As I write, the snow is falling outside, so I must go off what I remembered from this past weekend. And as I start to go over that moment and what made it so great, I remember that feeling of something bigger… just around the corner. Could it be that there will be a string of entire days in sunlight? Could it be that a time is coming when it stays warm? Will we be able to eat outside on the porch? Maybe?

    On This Day
  • Watching and waiting

    Watching and waiting

    We have friends over and I am recovering from a vitamin C burn in my chest so I sit at the computer with a hint of wanting to go for a ride to enjoy the sunrise. Speaking of sunrises my friend Jill and I share sunrise moments even across the miles due to a magical morning encounter during a 24 hour race ages back. This morning as the sun streams through our front windows I know that I am the only one enjoying such a moment. 2,404 miles away Jill is bivvying out on Island Point in Alaska. Possibly hunkered down behind Little Mountain surrounded by the sea. The ITI facebook site suggests,

    “Jill Homer and Mike B are out of Shaktoolik and they are crossing 30 miles of sea ice in the morning. at 0 degrees with 25-35 mph they are looking at wind chills of down to -27 F and slow progress with this crossing.”

    Wow, doesn’t sound like she is enjoying a sunrise this morning. From here I await her dot’s movement. And wonder when all my packages arrive to start my new adventure.

    On this day in history, ‘Hey Zeph! Want an Action Wipe?‘ I asked, after cleaning the blood from my shin.

    — Saved by a Package, 2013

  • Togwotee Race Report

    Togwotee Race Report

    This isn’t so much a report as an important observation. Why is it that when I go out and do a leisure ride I go with minimal equipment, as light as I can, but then when it comes to racing like a simple 35 mile loop, I decide to pack a lot of survival gear? Well this year this is what I did. My thinking before this race was questioning or wondering if this was like the first year and it takes us 6 to 8 hours of walking. Or I get stuck and half to extract myself.  Or maybe did I want to figure out how light I could go on a longer self supported race. Given 35 miles is a long the hike out would really not be that much. Mo just went out and rode without thinking of weights and measures.

    Now I’m wondering why I started that ride with a lot of gear. During the race I looked around and everybody had their bikes set up just like a summer time cross country race. Super light steads with a single water bottle. In my infinite wisdom I toed the line with a 40 pound bike. Not as heavy as a ‘Fat Pursuit bivvy out overnighter’ but not as light as it could be. Mo … well she just rode with the stuff she always rides with.

    Results were freaking damn hard given the high heart rate sprint of it all. Reality showed that the others were flirting on top of the snow and dancing up hills. I was doing the self induced kill myself project. As it was I came in at 3 hours 46 minutes, a half hour later then what I did last year. When I wasn’t caring so much stuff. Mo … she just came in third and was on the podium. Maybe I should be taking lessons.

    Mo gets 3rd place.
    Mo gets 3rd place.

    On This Day In History

    2012: Ah, the good ol’ days of soul-searchin’ and goal-settin’. Who’d have thought this old dog would one day be chasin’ after fat bikes and multi-day stage races? But I s’pose that’s just how the cookie crumbles, ain’t it? Gotta keep chuggin’ along, like that little engine that could.

    2011: Hot diggity dog, now that was a race to remember! Hairpin turns, heart rates through the roof, and a loose handlebar throwin’ a wrench into the whole shebang. Talk about a nail-biter! I swear, I aged about ten years in that single race.

    2010: Would you just look at that meadow? Prettier than a picture, I tell ya. Reminds me of that one time I was out hikin’ with my buddy Jimmy, and we darn near stumbled right into a moose’s backyard. Let’s just say we high-tailed it outta there faster than a jackrabbit on a hot tin roof!

    2009: Ah, the joys of battlin’ the dreaded sniffles. It’s like a war zone up in here, with tissues flyin’ every which way and chaos reignin’ supreme. But hey, at least that AI-generated image of impending doom gave me a good chuckle. Gotta find the humor where you can, right?

    2008: Speakin’ of good chuckles, how about that Marcy? Cutest darn thing this side of the Mississippi, I tell ya. Nothin’ beats a lazy day off from trainin’, just kickin’ back and hittin’ the trails with your favorite four-legged pal. ‘Course, that Lolo Pass Ride was looming on the horizon, so it was back to the grindstone soon enough.

    2006: Now, here’s a doozy for ya! A good ol’ fashioned snowpocalypse, barrelin’ down on us like a freight train. But hey, at least we got to soak up some of that glorious sunshine while it lasted, right? And with friends comin’ to visit, well, that’s just the cherry on top of the sundae!

    2006 (again): Ah, yes, the age-old conundrum of privacy versus accessibility. Gotta love those brain-scratchin’ ideas that really get the ol’ noggin churnin’. Course, knowin’ me, I probably got about three sentences in before my mind started wanderin’ off to more pressin’ matters… like what I was gonna have for lunch that day.

    Well, there you have it, folks! A whirlwind tour through the years, with all the twists, turns, and belly laughs you’d expect from yours truly. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya about the bumpy ride!

  • Dear Bozeman

    Dear Bozeman

    I feel the culture of no respect for other tax paying road users besides motor vehicles of the 4+ wheel type variety in Bozeman must change. This morning a parks and recreation vehicle brushed past me which gave me alert. I admit to gesturing towards this truck towing a huge trailer. I mean the trailer tires were within 6 inches of my left elbow. Then ahead of me I witnessed him do it to another bicyclist but even closer. At the stop sign I took the photos. There is no reason for a city employee to take the life of another because of an “accident”. I put accident in quotes because accidents are things out of our control. Of course this would of not been an accident.

    The driver pulling away after the other cyclist discussed briefly that she was scared
    Around 8 this morning at the corner of Bridger Canyon Road and Story mill Road

    http://www.bikewalkmontana.org/resources/montana-bicycle-laws/

    “overtake and pass a person riding a bicycle only when the operator of the motor vehicle can do so safely without endangering the person riding the bicycle”

    http://www.ncsl.org/research/transportation/safely-passing-bicyclists.aspx

    -Thank for reading
    Bill Martin

    This letter went out to:

    Replies:

    Bozeman Police Department
    Bill, appreciate your post. I would suggest contacting Parks and Rec and talking to them about this issue. It might be as easy as reminding the driver how the trailer is wider than the truck and the driver needs to make more room.

    Bozeman Parks and Recreation Department
    Whoa. Unacceptable. I’ll get right on this. Thank you Bill!

    On This Day In History

    • 2015: 2015 Togwotee Winter Classic – A thrilling account of a fat bike race, breaking records and defying expectations with a carb-free diet, amidst the snowy landscapes.
    • 2011: Hucker – Sharing a daring moment off a drop between Taco Bell and Burger King, a testament to the thrills sought on two wheels.
    • 2010: Spring Sun – Part of a series dedicated to favorite photos of 2009, featuring the serene “Spring Sun” captured in Missoula, Montana.
    • 2008: Lolo Hot Springs Ride – A recount of a scenic ride past Lolo Hot Springs, setting the stage for an even grander cycling challenge.
    • 2008: Broken Shifter – An unexpected turn during a bike ride leads to a reflective moment at City Brew, with plans for a hike and more adventure.
    • 2007: Getting Ready to Go – Preparations for a journey, from oil changes to air filter challenges, all narrated with a sense of anticipation and adventure.
    • 2004: Waiting To Be Laid Off – A personal reflection amidst job uncertainty, capturing the emotional landscape of facing potential layoff.
    • 2002: Wallingford Mountain Biking – A muddy but exhilarating mountain biking adventure in Wallingford, marking a weekend well spent in nature’s embrace.
  • Spot Watching

    Spot Watching

    As Mo climbs the hill I feel rushed. My partner climbs pretty quickly but today I was out front. I wanted to get back home. Why? To watch dots … of course. The friends I am watching are Jill Homer who is in the 1,000 mile jaunt, Beat Jegerlehner her partner on foot, and of course the Petervarys Jay and Tracey who are in this year for 350 miles.

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    Mo motoring along towards Fairy lake

     

    On This Day In History

    2013: Coming Soon – To a browser near you. I am moving my web site to a WordPress platform.

    2012: More of this – The memories of this winter give clues to my summer’s plans.

    2012: Head count – Ahhhhh, the sun. I pour myself a cup of coffee and take stock over my kingdom.

    2011: New Turner for 2011 – I don’t know who started calling my coffee cup “Black Betty”.

    2010: Spring Training – I interrupt this regularly scheduled blog to bring you breaking news.

    2008: Unattached From City Brew – Good morning. The weekend is finally here as well as rain, snow, and high winds.

    2007: Cooking In The Dark – I was up this morning enjoying a cup of coffee and planning my day.

    2006: Web Site Problems – FutureHosting.Biz is the company that hosts this site.

    2006: Web Lodge Gets Free Rent – A curious entry with a hint of adventure and a dash of mystery.

    2005: Back From Lolo Peak Ridge – Last Saturday my friend Alden and I took a snow shoe up the East Ridge of Lolo Peak.

    2004: New Pictures From Mom – Heads up, readers! Mom’s latest photos are up in the “Buckey’s” section, found under “Life in Yuma.”

    2004: New Batteries – My mom just got a new charger and I checked into it. It appears to be a great new technology.

    2002: MTB at Brookfield Park Awesome – Hey there, long time no see – or, you know, long time no post! I’m still kickin’, just been swamped with bouncing back from pushing my limits a tad too much and gearing up for a big move.

  • Glide

    Glide

    Last night I was battling the 40 hour work week with a trail run. Well … when I trail run it is more like a crippled old man stumble. Walking up and stumbling down with ouch-knee. A shadow moved across the ground in front of me causing me to look up. I hit the deck and rolled down the hill. The rest was a blur. Standing up in a midst of dust and trying to get the “device” from my pocket to take a picture. The person above was gliding on a thermal. And me … down there trying to cope with gravity.

    My struggles this morning transferring my domain name over to google and setting the damn DNS settings. Yea the site went down. I stumbled and fell. Google will not allow me to map my domain name to WordPress. I got up scrambled around and got the site back up and running … at least I hope now. It may go down here and there until the new addresses propagate the internet.

    So I stumble through life while the ‘others’ glide. And you all know how I feel about gliding.

    On This Day

    My past posts from Feb 28th in history.

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  • Mile 124

    Mile 124

    I could continue, I know I could. I have done it before. I paid the price and the rewards have been plentiful. Trophies and ribbons. Gift certificates and praises. I have a entire bookshelf full of rewards. 5 years ago I thought it was enough.

    But then I became aware of something more rewarding. Teaming up and sharing experiences. You know, feelings and trust, stuff like that. My friend Jill started the ball rolling. Sharing after work experiences and starting me forward on journeys of self exploration. Mentoring me in blogging and that got my “stuff” out there.  Feelings I had to deal with. And then making the decision to be open to sharing my life with someone other then pets. And other friends, Julie, setting up a weekly ride meetup once I was ready. 5 years later racing until one drops seems so silly.

    And now I approached West Yellowstone. Sleep deprivation and psyching myself out of the experience had taken its toll. One last crash and now I cant hold on to my handlebars. I had stopped drinking … eating. Not taking care of myself because I was not going to make it anyway … right? I know, a really sour attitude.

    Mo was on a street corner in “West” Waving when she saw me coming. I approached and could see the sense of pride and happiness on her face. Usually this sparks something in me …. to go kill myself and go even farther. So that I could get the rewards. Suddenly I realized I had all I needed. Someone to share the experience with. I didn’t need to continue. We would adventure further some other day.

    I am looking back now and realize something else. The person who started it all was there … at the race. Jill, my dearest friend. And this year in the 2016 fat Pursuit I sure wish I would of slowed down and spent more time with her. I got all caught up in the race until I came to my senses in West Yellowstone.

    I am improving though. It used to take me 320 miles to come to my senses. Now it is just 124.

    ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY:

    Let’s take a stroll down memory lane and explore some remarkable moments captured in blog posts. Join me as we uncover the tales and snapshots that have shaped my digital diary:

  • Bivvy

    Bivvy

    If I were to do a race like the Fat Pursuit like Americans run their business I would die. 40 hour work weeks and stupid time-clocks. This morning it occurred to me as I was RACING to work an not be late that I could get hit or crash pretty violently in the icy conditions. What the F**k is with the need to be to work by a certain hour. INSANE.

    And then there is ACTUAL racing. I said it best in 2014 …

    Expectations … and perspective. Have no expectations. Don’t expect a groomed surface, or to ride, that it is all downhill from here, or even that you are almost there. F all of that. Just be content that you are alone and you don’t need didly-squat. You can be right where you are and sleep, eat a warm meal, be warm, or fix any situation that comes your way. You have everything you need. You don’t need to be anywhere but the place you are right at any given moment. And enjoy that space. That space is rare … soak it up.

    Yea, do a bike-pack race like today’s workplace and you’ll die … or win, but who the hell wants to be a shithead winner. They die early.

    ON THIS DAY IN HISTORY

    Let’s take a stroll down memory lane with my intriguing blog posts:

  • Winter Crash

    Winter Crash

    So I was fat biking home after work. On board inside my frame bag I had a pound of pork, a bushel of celery, a bunch of rosemary, and a half pound of butter. Kind of loaded down but on a fattie I couldn’t tell. Heading home to make squash and pork pie don’t you know. Plus there was this mishap.

    I have had a ton of mishaps but this one was new to me. A couple weeks ago Mo and I were walking in this area where Bridger Creek runs alongside a path. There is this embankment and some debris had clogged up and made a small dam. The path gets close to the water and then goes up this steep riser. The area had previously washed out the main trail and this temporary cut around was made by some locals. Mo mentioned how deep the water was and I attested how horrible it would be to jump in there.

    I hate water … even have a fear of it.

    So then yesterday I was ‘takin er home’ and just flying through the local trails. Yes, loaded down with that night’s supper. Some great snow track for fat bikes. I launched down this embankment and it occurred to me there might be ice. Too late. I grabbed a fist full of brakes only to slide even faster toward the bank. My tire caught last minute and I launched into the air with 30 pounds of equipment quickly trailing behind me. I dove into a deep pool of water head first but with only one had out for some reason. My left arm hit some ice and broke through and the entire ensemble splashed down into and then under the water. Like a space capsule entering the atmosphere and crashing into the ocean.

    It didn’t take me long to get everything out because the water was freaking cold. Moments later I realized I was standing in the winter totally soaked to the bone. Good thing I was only a mile and a half to the house.

    On the plus side I always wondered what it would be like to fall into water in the middle of winter to see how long before I would start to get into trouble being wet. Turns out pretty long. My pogies were fish tanks and my clothes froze. But I was able to retain heat beneath it all … but only because I was biking so fast to get home and thus generating heat. Not something I do all the time but sometimes I have these mishaps. Each unique and sometime new. I love new adventure.

  • Mundane

    Mundane

    Today I am thinking of the 40 hour work week. I am talking about that prison that w are all talked into and some of us are currently trapped in. And then my mind drifts on how I am going to fix that. A couple days before the first day of 2016 we planned the most epic hike up what others told us would be a box canyon with waterfalls. It didn’t turn out that way and I found myself trapped in a mundane hike. Just like now realizing that I am trapped in a mundane life. We made the most of it and so that is what I am doing now. Making the most of it and posting a blog.

    Another sunny morning in the desert
    Left
    Poke
    Moki Marbles
    Trying to stand out
    Wash

  • Quail Creek

    Quail Creek

    I am going to go back in time. Or at least it did feel like we went back in time. Back then … about a month ago … felt like. Never mind. So some delinquent photos from a month ago when we did a after dinner walk to work off the brats and carbonated water (I like it better then beer). At the time it felt like we went back in time. Walking up the moki steps and seeing remnants of Ancient Pueblo Peoples and other related cultures. I kept turning my head expecting some saber toothed tiger to be stalking us and wanting to run to higher ground. I apologize for over editing these but it was all done on my tiny phone …o/o

    Excuse Me
    Theater
    Surround
    Modern Day Moki
    End
    Into the Narrow
    Narrows
    Beneath
    Ventricle
    Dragon’s Nose
    Curvy Thoughts
    Drainiage
    Shrub and Rock
    Expanse
    Color Bowl
    Moki Steps
    Writing on the Wall

  • They Fat Biked To Cordova

    They Fat Biked To Cordova

    On a mission to Mexico, U.S. Maj. Cuddles (Bill Martin) is branded a coward, while several of his fellow servicemen are praised for showing bravery. Cuddles is asked to transport the heroes through harsh terrain so they can be honored. Also along for the journey is Snuggles (Mo Mislivets), a woman charged with conspiring against the United States. But, as his fellow soldiers begin revealing their treacherous sides, Cuddles realizes that Snuggles is the only heroic one of the bunch.

    They Fat Biked To The Cordova Movie Set
    They Fat Biked To The Cordova Movie Set
    They Fat Biked To Cordova
    They Fat Biked To Cordova
    They Fat Biked To Cordova
    They Fat Biked To Cordova
    They Fat Biked To Cordova
    They Fat Biked To Cordova
    They Fat Biked To Cordova

  • Contrasts

    Contrasts

    The big Christmas vacation idea was to escape the cold, go south, and find warm summer like weather. It took us two days of travel to get far enough south for it to warm above 32 degrees. It was a blinding Blizzard one moment and then it was bear ground the next. So that is where we stopped; in St George Utah. Later we found out this was the warmest place in America for the couple days that we did stay there.

    On the third day we decided to finally do what we had set out to do from the beginning. To go camping and exploring as if it were summer . We arrived at the Red Cliffs National Conservation Area. Before we set up camp I had to do it, just get out there. At home snow was covering everything but here we were in the dirt. We set out on our fatties and begin to roll north along the red cliffs of the desert. I think this is called the Mojave Desert.

    It was like a dream. To be out there riding in the dirt again. All the stress of doing an ultra fat bike race in the snow and cold were not present at the moment. It was just my partner and I in the sun and playing in the dirt. I set aside what was ahead of me in a week and started focusing on my surroundings.

    The contrasts in the desert are something that I did not expect. Blue sky changing to white cap mountains. And then the white capped mountains turning into the red cliffs in the foreground. And then where the red cliffs disappeared into the valley floor that spread out before me. The sand we were on was a light tan. It was like really cool colors of a weird Mars planet like rainbow. And it was beautiful.

    My partner I rode the trails as far as we could ride. When we reach the boundary were bikes are not permitted any longer we set out on foot. This was my first foray into a canyon off trail. It was everything I thought it would be. Soft sand beneath my feet and towering cliffs over me. This is where my soul belongs I thought to myself.

    The first day in the desert was a great contrast to my life. My life was preparing for a 200 mile fat bike race in the snow. In contrast to this warm sandy environment where I did not feel like I was going to die if I fell asleep on the side of the trail. In contrast to my real life. My job and all the stresses of life. Being so busy, losing contract with friends. Here connecting with my friends the cliffs, the rocks, the sand. Connecting with the earth. And another thing, the people of this place. Everybody we ran into was way different than the people in Bozeman. Everybody was welcoming and warm and inviting. In contrast to home where they were cold, blank stares, and ready to kill you because you’re on their trail.

    It felt like home as we rode back to camp and prepared for our first night. My home … in a Big Adventure.

    2015 Desert Respite
    2015 Desert Respite
    2015 Desert Respite
    Red Cliffs area
    2015 Desert Respite
    Red Cliffs area

  • Spyder Composites Experience

    Spyder Composites Experience

    My journey with Ruby’s repair began on Thu, September 10 when I Texted Spyder Composites about my broken 2014 Salsa Beargrease.

    Seat Stay
    Seat Stay
    Seat Stay

    I had a trail mishap so routine that I didn’t think nothing of it. For some reason I wondered wide on a turn and went over the bars. Amazingly we discovered a crack in the seat stay. Why wait 48 days … well I tried to get it warrantied. No such luck. I will make no more comments on what followed from day 48 on; just want to post the data for others that are in this situation.

    Day 48 – Thu, September 10: Texted Spyder Composits

    Day 48 – Thu, September 10: Spyder Composits texted back information

    Day 49 – Fri, September 11: Shipped to Spyder Composites

    Day 54 – Wed, September 16: Delivered to Spyder Composites (0 day with spyder)

    Day 60 – Tue, September 22: Bill From Spyder Composites (6 days with spyder)

    Day 61 – Wed, September 23: Paid and confirmed (7 days with spyder)

    Day 70 – Fri, October 2: Frank conversation (16 days with spyder)

    ME: “Hi, hope all is well. I hate to bug you and I know you’re super busy. But I’m wondering if there’s any word on if my bike frame was shipped. My invoice is INV-3038. The salsa fat bike. Have a good weekend.”

    FRANK: “I will check with the shop. It was finished last week but I have been out of town. ”

    Day 80 – Mon, October 12: Frank conversation (26 days with spyder)

    ME: “Hi, hope you are well. Just wondering status of Salsa Fat Bike INV-3038? ”

    FRANK: “Let me check I thought I shipped it”

    Day 82 – Wed, October 14: Sent question to Spyder Composites (Frank)(28 days with spyder)

    ME: “Good morning! Is there any tracking info on the Salsa Fat Bike INV-3038? I suspect it got lost in transit. Thanks.”

    Day 83 – Thu, October 15: Discussion with Frank at Spyder Composites (29 days with spyder)

    ME: “This is for Salsa Fat Bike INV-3038. I have a planned bikepack this weekend and just found out I can’t rent a fat bike in Bozeman Montana, go figure. Is there any tracking information?”

    FRANK: “There was three delivery attempts ” … “And will be back in San Jose tomorrow. I put I. another label request to have it rerouted can you confirm the shipping address ”

    ME: “1233 Story Mill Rd, Bozeman, MT 59715 … Thanks for looking into this.”

    FRANK: “I’ll check the label ”

    ME: “Let me know if there’s anything I can do on my end. Like I can call the shipping company. But no I didn’t get any kind of notices on my door or anything.” … “Thanks again”

    FRANK: “We’re on the phone with them now”

    ME: “If it helps we are going over to our local USPS office tomorrow morning. Was it through USPS? Thanks.”

    Day 83 – Thu, October 15: Called FedEx, UPS, USPS, and BikeFlights (29 days with spyder)

    No one reported any deliveries from Frank’s business address. BikeFlights did say Frank has shipping issues all the time.

    Day 87 – Mon, October 19: Called Frank at Spyder Composites (33 days with spyder)

    My partner called Frank. He said that something went wrong with the shipping and FedEx could not deliver the frame back to him since he was gone. In the meantime after 3 attempts they just kept it in the warehouse. I guess someone at FedEx sat on it and crushed the box. Nothing was hurt according to Frank who mentioned that they were re-boxing it and sending it out today. Should have it by Friday he said.

    Day 90 – Thu, October 22: Called FedEx and BikeFlights (36 days with spyder)

    FedEx did not have any records of anything in transit. BikeFlights confirmed that Frank did make a shipping label but when asked if they could pick it up he declined. They gave us a tracking number of 940068415662076. He still has it.

    Day 90 – Thu, October 22: Text Conversation With Frank (36 days with spyder)

    ME: Hey frank just touching base to see if u have a tracking number 4 the fat bike frame going to 1233 story mill rd, bozeman mt 59715? Thanks!

    FRANK: [sent a photo of the shipping label 3 minutes later]

    Day 94 – Mon, October 26: FedEx Reported Pickup (40 days with spyder)

    Day 95 – Tue, October 27: FedEx Reported Movement

    8:39 am Departed FedEx location, SACRAMENTO, CA

    Day 96 -Wed, October 28: FedEx Reported Movement

    6:59 pm Departed FedEx location BILLINGS, MT

    Wed, 9/16/15 9:47 am Delivered to my door.

    Spyder Composites Carbon Frame & Wheel Repair
    http://spydercomposites.com/
    https://www.facebook.com/spydercomposites
    Frank Mohr
    Spyder Composites
    901 Camden #6b
    Campbell, CA 95008 US

  • 2016 Fat Pursuit Links

    2016 Fat Pursuit Links

    As requested here you are.

  • Xmas

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