Last week I was accused of being a nerd by four of my office cohorts.  My cohorts are not nameless faceless cohorts by the way; their names are Greg, Tyler, Adam and Bob.   I wasn’t insulted by being called a nerd, but I did find it ironic that they were calling me a nerd in response to me calling them nerds after I learned about their previous night’s Dungeons and Dragons nerd fest.  I mean they almost got fired for printing out their D&D nerd sheets on the company printer!  It’s a good thing they have me as their boss. …

Well, look at this. The blog is ticking along like a '76 Buick with a fresh bottle of HEET poured in. It's nice to see. If I remember correctly, and I seldom do, I wrote my first entry on this thing using a rotary-dialed phone cradle modem. The Vic 20 that I used had to have coal shoveled in about every 15 minutes and there were Cheryl Tiegs and Burt Reynolds posters all over the office. Man, that was good stuff back then. Now, sitting here on the ass end of 2012, I'm waxing nostalgic for the old days and…

“Oh Geez Those are Some Big Tires” The phrase I hear most often when traveling with my Moonlander. Every year in the spring, my buddies and I hold a trout fishing tourney near the Boundry Waters Canoe Area Wilderness on Snowbank Lake. The winner takes home a coveted prize that we’ve named Brenda. Now before you get any ideas, Brenda is a coolie/trophy that signifies you are indeed tourney Champion. It is a highly sought after title and the competition is fierce. Last year while making final arrangements, we learned there was at least one foot of water around the…

Do you know that feeling when the time is right for a road trip?  I'm not talking about that mundane out and back trip to go pick up that '63 Econoline headliner you bought on Ebay, either.  I'm talking about the type of trip that materializes when you and some coworkers have an upcoming trade show in the desert to attend and a pile of prototype bikes that NEED to be tested.  And by tested I mean throwing this pile of bikes into a van, pointing it west, and stepping on the gas.  Our plan was to ride every sweet spot between here and Vegas and…

Eric Larson is a truly insane man.  He came to Surly a while ago with a plan to ride a bike to the South Pole.  From the edge of Antarctica directly into the heart of its warn chewy center, he will ride a Surly Moonlander, through 750 miles of ice, snow and the never-ending blaze of the sun. That’s the first thing that really struck me when I spoke to him about it.  The sun won’t ever set over the course of his journey.  He’ll ride, eat, drink, set up camp, cook, blog, change flat tires, then nestle up in…