I started a new job at Multiview several weeks ago. It’s about 11 miles away, so not as close as Mattress Land, but a better schedule with base salary plus commission. I was very frustrated two days ago, and tried to change things up. I work slacks and a sportscoat yesterday, but that didn’t work. So I wore shorts and my Chuck Norris T-shirt. I wrote “What would Chuck do” on a Post-It note and taped it to my monitor. All day I focused on that, and I had a killer one-call close sale. It was fantastic.
It was weird to see the store so empty. More to come on my current mis-adventures.
I found this at Powell’s Sweet Shoppe in Boise on Monday. I had to do a double-take because it looks so much like Mike. I’m hoping to give it to him tonight, but only if his wife is there. She is going to fall on the floor laughing.
I thought I was done with this until I was riding this morning. We had 3-4″ of snow on Saturday, but it melted off and some trails are dry. I rode the single track again with Max and I noticed another trail about 20-30 feet away. I didn’t stop, but when I found a faint trail that looked like it might connect to the new trail I took it. It quickly became evident that this was not the trail I was looking for, so I got back to my trail and pushed forward. I quickly came to the section that I had noticed and realized I was looking at my trail. There was no other trail for me. It was my trail all along. It’s easy to see other people’s lives and wish we were them, or had what they had, or that things were different for us, but we are on the path that God established for us. If we are patient we will eventually come to the place where we long to be.
My Marzocchi Bomber fork started to leak oil when I was in Grand Junction in October. We tried to clean around the seal, but it continued to leak. Then the other side started to leak this year. I took it to Mike.com and he fixed it up for me. One leg was very low, and the other was almost empty. I guess it’s probably not a good idea to jump when your fork is almost empty. The new seals are blue, and that doesn’t hurt my feelings. I could tell a huge difference just riding it in the parking lot. I can’t wait to get out and ride again.
This just felt right today.
When I was a kid my uncle gave me a fireman’s helmet. I don’t know where he got it, but it was young enough that it was really heavy on my head, and I loved it. I don’t know what ever happened to it, but it was one of my favorite things as a kid.
Last week I was at Marcus and Terri’s house when I saw his fireman’s helmet on display in his front room. He let me try it on and I told him the story. A few days later he sent one home with my wife after she picked up the kids. It is still super cool.