Moots Profiles
Slow, steady steps… Ka-Pow! And Sam is in a fine samurai stance at the top of the stairs. Outlined by the doorway, he reminds me of an extra from ‘Harry-Karry’. From karate chop position, he walks through the door and often we find ourselves saying, ‘Good Morning!’ with an overly extended wave that uses the whole arm. Naturally we’ve gone from ancient Asia to synchronized swimming moves without a flinch…
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Matt has one big leg. What makes his big leg bigger than his regular leg is a titanium rod in his shin. You wouldn’t notice unless he pointed it out to you, but his right leg is a bit bigger than his left.
Even bigger than Matt’s right leg is his heart. A strong, honest soul, he’s one of those people that can disagree without hurting anyone’s feelings.
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Every morning I sit at my desk picking at the emails that have sprouted overnight. My desk faces the open door of the sales floor, leading to the stairwell. Reliably, the third person to come upstairs every day is Caleb Franklin, lead finisher turned welder. Caleb is putting away his lunch for the day- which almost always includes cheese and crackers, and he’s followed by his ‘Short Tailed African Cougar Hound’ Luther –my favorite shop dog.
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Moots Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the shop not a creature was stirring not even the floor mop. The stockings were hung by the C&C machine with care, in hopes that cycling St. Nick and his team of Moots bikes soon would be there.
The kids were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of new Ti bikes danced in their heads; And Mamma in her helmet and I in my cycling cap had just settled down for a long off-season nap. When out on our trails there arose a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to window I sprinted like Lance, tore open the shutters and took a good glance. The moon on the breast of new-fallen snow covered our beloved single track that lied below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature titanium sleigh pulled by eight ti bikes in high gear, with a fit driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it was cycling St. Nick. More rapid than alligators his courses they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. “Now Mooto-XZ! Now YBB! Now Vamoots and Psychlo X! On Rigor! On Cinco! And Zirkel and Compact! To the top of the trail! To the top of the climb! Now ride away! Ride away! Ride away all!
As dry chains squeak before lubed to ride, when they meet with an obstacle, Santa’s Moots mount their Cinch Posts to the sky. So up to the house top the coursers they flew, with a sleigh full of Moots goodies, components and cycling St. Nicholas too. And then in an instant, I heard the tires on the roof, I knew he was here this was no spoof.
As I drew in my head and turning around, down the chimney Cycling St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed in winter Moots gear from his head to Sidi shoes, and his jersey was all tarnished with trail splatter and globs of energy goo. A bundle of bike stuff he had stuffed in his Camelback, he looked just like any eager cyclist opening his pack.
His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like cherry!
His droll mouth was drawn up like bow, and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow. The valve of his Camelback he held tight in his teeth, he’s got to stay hydrated to stay on his feet. He had a broad face and strong abs, this Santa had no belly. He didn’t want to look like a bowl full of jelly. Before cycling he use to be chubby and plump, an out of shape elf, so I laughed when I saw him, I almost didn’t recognize him myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all of the Moots wool stockings then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose, giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his Ti sleigh, to his Moots team he gave a whistle, and away they all rode just like after a race start whistle.
But I heard him claim, ere he rode out of sight, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good Moots night!”
From all of us at Moots Happy Holidays!!!!!!
20 December 2007
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“But wait Santa wait, what did you bring me?’ I turned around quick to see my YBB.
I knew in my heart I had been a good boy, for Moots Santa had left me a toy.
There she was sitting all shiny and cool. I had to be careful as I started to drool.
There it sat with a big red bow, waiting for parts to make her go go!
I was thankful Moots Santa had come to my house, I shouted so loud I sacred that darn mouse.
My wife and my kids ran down to see, what had daddy shouting with this holiday glee.
“Honey, it’s 2 in the morning…what’s your problem dear?”
“Look what Moots Santa brought me for Christmas this year!”
“Oh it’s a bike how lucky for you. Another bike…just what we need!”
“Honey don’t you see I’ve just been YBB-ed!”
I knew how lucky I had gotten this year.
I looked forward to the build with my favorite beer.
A tall frosty mug, some grease, and some tools.
How could you dislike a new Moots…those fools!
It took me a few hours to calm down from my glee.
How could you blame a guy who had just been YBB-ed!
Merry Christmas Moots!
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