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Looking for a simple brake adjustment.... is that skipping chain driving you crazy.... how about those leaky seals on your suspension fork..... oh you need a wheel built.... the search is over! Mighty Mobile is here to help!

Let 20 years of friendly service help you out of your next bike conundrum. Serving all of Truckee and North Lake Tahoe.

Gregg Stone
Mighty Mobile Bicycle Repair
fixthebike@gmail.com

Saturday, February 3, 2018

Changes, pt2

The short, quick news: 
   Major changes to start immediately for Mighty Mobile Bike Repair. For 2018 and beyond, I can be found at The Start Haus spinning wrenches, answering questions and making bikes perform to the best of their ability. Basically, doing the same stuff I've been doing with the addition of a consistent schedule and a roof over my head. The mobile component of my service will no longer exist, but the upside is that I'll be easier to track down and I'll be able to expedite repairs far better than in previous years. The potential for more resources and parts on hand will benefit both you and I. To reach me at the shop, call (530) 582-5781 to schedule a repair or ask any questions you may have.

       Mighty Mobile Bike Repair, the history pt2:
                                  continued
  

The Sourbeer Effect

   Of all the characters I'd met working in shops and racing bikes, Kurt Sourbeer was undoubtedly the most influential. Kurt, who was about 10 years older than me, was somewhat of a local legend in our area. Before I knew him, I'd heard tales of his exploits on a motorcycle, bicycle and hang glider. Stories that seemed unbelievable were backed up by eye witness accounts or grainy VCR tapes and, years later, when I asked his mom if he really did used to jump the pool on his motocross bike, she begrudgingly shook her head yes and said that it was a regular occurrence.

   If I remember correctly, the year was 1991 when I met Kurt. UPS had just delivered my 10 watt Night Sun headlamp to the shop and I was, of course, ogling the contents of the box. I heard the door open and in walked Kurt. He saw me with the light and stopped. "I have one of those... good light" he says and then continued on to the inner tube display. After paying for three presta mountain tubes, he stops back at the service counter and tells me that he's riding Whiskey Springs that night and if I want to go I should meet him at 6:00. With no other information other than "don't be late" he walks out the door. The fact that I could possibly get in over my head riding with Kurt wasn't lost on me, but I'd be damned if I wasn't going to give it a try.

   That winter evening was bitter cold. It was my first night ride. Our rims and shift cables froze instantly rendering the bikes largely inoperable and boarder line not safe. It was beyond fortunate that we were riding trails close to my house. My local knowledge was probably the only saving grace I had that night for (somewhat) keeping up with Kurt and not wadding it up on the downhills. Given the conditions, he was amazed that I actually showed up and promised to invite me again.

   In the years that followed, I'd do a ton of rides w/ Kurt. His trail knowledge was mind blowing and riding with him taught me how to look at trails and how to ride them in a totally different light. He taught me a metric shit ton about bike handling. His line selection seemed odd at first, but quickly made sense once I tried things out. The more I followed his lines, the easier things got. I'd see him drift to the left, I'd drift to the left. He'd get in three quick pedal strokes, I'd do the same. Pop off a root or rock to clear the next four...seemed like a good idea to me. And the more I did what he did, the easier it got to actually keep up with him. At this point I was doing quite a bit of racing and the more technical the course was, the better chance I had at finishing towards the front.

   Without even really realizing it, he showed me how to "think outside the box" by simply just doing what Kurt did. While most people were doing two hour rides in the local forest, he was scheming rides spanning from one point to another with quite a bit of mileage, lots of hours and only a smidgen of actual knowledge of what lie between the start and finish. Cross country skiing went from boring trips around the local corn field to epic loops in the woods on equipment that had no business being out there. He made me realize that being lost in the woods was an opportunity that should be embraced and finishing a ride just before dark wasn't lucky, it was making full use of your day. Another thing that stood out, for me, was that of all the crazy shit Kurt did leading his cavalier lifestyle.... he was also self employed.


   to be continued....
 
 

Sunday, January 21, 2018

Changes, pt 1

   The short, quick news: 
   Major changes to start immediately for Mighty Mobile Bike Repair. For 2018 and beyond, I can be found at The Start Haus spinning wrenches, answering questions and making bikes perform to the best of their ability. Basically, doing the same stuff I've been doing with the addition of a consistent schedule and a roof over my head. The mobile component of my service will no longer exist, but the upside is that I'll be easier to track down and I'll be able to expedite repairs far better than in previous years. The potential for more resources and parts on hand will benefit both you and I. To reach me at the shop, call (530) 582-5781 to schedule a repair or ask any questions you may have.

   The past 9 years have been quite the adventure. I want to thank each and every one of you that has kept me up and running by counting on me for your bike needs. I'm not going anywhere. I'll still be around to help you and hope that you'll come and see me.

    For the rest of the scoop, some history and stories along the way.... read on.


 Mighty Mobile Bike Repair, the history pt1:

   I always had a "thing" for owning a business. Calling the shots. Being my own boss. Doing things my way and knowing with 100% certainty that the job I'd just completed was as good as it could possibly be. The way I saw it, since my reputation was on the line, going the "extra mile" wasn't just a good idea, it was my policy.

   And in 2006/2007 I was doing just that. But instead of fork rebuilds and bike tunes I was triple checking window sizes, square footage and setbacks because as a draftsman, you're only as good as your drawings are accurate. I had a laptop, an AutoCad program and knew enough about houses to provide drawings that people could understand and work with. The housing market was alive and well. People were building new houses, additions and doing remodels to their existing homes. At the time, engineers and architects were in dire need of drawings of projects so they could get the go-ahead from both the home owner as well as the building department. I put myself out there and was keeping busy enough. Things were going pretty good.

   Then... the bottom dropped out. The mortgage crisis in late 2007 was the draftsman's equivalent to a mountain biker launching his mountain bike a solid 25 feet... of a 30 foot gap jump. The phone stopped ringing and emails slowed to a trickle. There were some lingering projects that I knew would drag on for a while (8,000 sq ft custom homes don't happen overnight) but I also knew that if the rent was going to keep getting paid, something would have to change.

   Before I get into how things morphed into a mobile bike repair business I feel it's important to detour with some history and how I got to where I am now. Grab a beverage of your choice and read on.

How it all started

  I mean, it really all started when I was a wee lad. My parents never pushed me into riding bikes, but there was always at least one around with the appropriate size wheels for me to ride. I don't know if they realized the rabbit hole they were sending me down at the time, but I can't thank them enough for enabling, what would turn out to be, such an immense addiction to bikes.   

   The majority of my adult life has been spent in the bike industry in one way or another. Like a lot of people in this line of work, I started as an odd jobs kid at the local bike shop (Cole's Cyclery in Carlise, Pa) in the late 80's. As a "grom" my duties were sweeping floors, taking out the trash, flattening cardboard and running for coffee. That grew into a bike assembler position and then, before too long, repairs. The shop was your typical family bike shop. Nice bikes would come through the door from time to time, but by in large it was basic road, mountain and kids bikes. The service manager at that shop, Rick, was a true wizard. He could fix anything! He'd rebuild an internal 3 speed hub with the speed of a bullet and the precision of a surgeon. Wheels (good ones) got built in 30 minutes while simultaneously placing an order with a phone pinched between his ear and shoulder. Then he'd go in the back and fix a leaking sink w/ the skills that would make most plumbers jealous. Although Rick showed me more things than my young brain could possibly absorb at the time, I never forgot his work ethic and his attention to detail.

   In 1991 I had a brief stint working at a record store. Although leaving at the end of the day with clean hands was somewhat appealing, the reality of the job was that I wasn't really happy. Free cd's, concert tickets and the cute girl working next door at the book shop only held my attention for so long. As well, my bike at the time was a Raleigh Technium w/ Bio-Pace chainrings and Suntour components which never really worked all that well. Rick typically referred to that bike as a "shit pile of problems and inaccuracy", a fact that I realized was true once acquiring the skills necessary to make index shifting actually shift on other bikes in the shop.

   I'd learn that Rick had left Cole's and that they were looking for a new mechanic. With the dangling carrot of a shop deal on a new bike and a different job opportunity, I inquired at Cole's and was instantly re-hired. I replaced my Raleigh w/ a Trek 950 complete w/ Shimano thumb shifters and first generation spd clipless pedals. For it's time, my age and budget... that bike was amazing. Later that summer that my riding buddy, Steve, would talk me into doing my first race.

   That race made an impression. There were two course options that day, 12 or 32 miles. At 19 years old, I didn't have near the experience or miles in my legs for 32 miles but since the entry fee was the same that's what I signed up for. The race started by crossing a fairly wide knee deep creek. It was chaos. I lost my water bottle (the only one I had) on the first downhill. The race was a blur of experiences, almost none of which I remember after bonking multiple times. Towards the end of the course, you were sent through a long abandoned train tunnel. It was pitch black inside. Sightless and scared, I prayed as I rode towards the small spot of light at the opposite end of the tunnel. After blindly navigating the darkness without incident, the course went back through the creek to the finish line. I was soaking wet and completely shattered. Steve, had been back for a while. He was drinking beer w/ some people he'd met that were parked close by us. This is where I'd realize the true experience of bike culture and beer wouldn't have anything to do w/ it (for me at least). Tired beyond belief, I simply sat around and listened to the stories told by the group that surrounded me. One of the guys asked me how my day went and when I told him of my hatred of the tunnel, he offered me his "secret" to navigating the darkness. With 100% certainty and confidence he says "When ya know the tunnel's comin' up, ya shut one eye and keep the other one open". It's at this point he pauses for a sip of ale from a sweaty can leaving me curiously confused on exactly how this helps. Continuing on he says "Then, when ya get into the tunnel... ya switch em!". This results in laughter from some and confirmation from others that this technique actually does help.

   There weren't a ton of people riding mountain bikes back then, but everybody I ran into that was involved in cycling was super cool. My regular riding friends were chill and couldn't be easier to get along with. People at the trailhead were always friendly. Everybody that came into the shop was laid back and smiling. Just as I thought people couldn't be nicer, more friendly and things couldn't possibly get any better, I met Kurt.

   to be continued...

 
 

Saturday, February 6, 2016

The 10 Day

You watchin'?
Keeping an eye on ole' mama nature.


It's bound to snow again. Probably quite a bit.
But this week's going to be "spring like" and although you might not ride (even though the foothills will be awesome), I'll bet that your bike will cross your mind a time or two this week.
This being the case, just remember - Mighty Mobile Bike Repair is geared up all winter long.
Geared up to take care of that leaky fork seal you promised you'd get fixed last fall.
Geared up to fix that skipping chain.
Geared up to fix that rear shock that doesn't quite "feel" like it did two years ago. Call for quotes.
Call for scheduling.
Get it handled now so you can ride when you're ready!!






Friday, January 15, 2016

Take The Survey....

If you're a backcountry skier in the Tahoe area, or ski/have skied/will ski in the Tahoe backcountry; take a minute to fill out the survey about local trail access.

Survey:  https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/Tahoe-BC-Survey

The survey will help the Tahoe Backcountry Alliance work w/ the numerous agencies required to help keep trailheads accessible.

If you're a Facebooker, you can check them out here.

Thanx for listening.

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Yesterday....

   Escaped Tahoe's white landscape yesterday to touch tires to dirt in the foothills.


Scotts Flat Dam
   Felt good.

   Felt good to turn the pedals.

   Explore some new terrain. 

   Revisit some stuff I have't been to in a while.



   That oughta hold me over for a little while. Especially now that, as I write this, it's snowing pretty steady outside the office windows of Mighty Mobile world headquarters.


Friday, January 8, 2016

Friendly Reminder

   Although the snow has everybody (myself included) laden w/ a heavy case of "ski fever", this is the ultimate time to get your bike in for some service. Mighty Mobile is up and running all winter long with quick turn around times and parts inventory is at an all time high.
    I don't like being backed up 5 days out on the schedule any more than you do and if you wait until the trails start to melt out, that's exactly what I'll be telling you for a timeframe for scheduling.
    So get your bike wrenched on now so when the opportunity to go for a ride comes along your bike will be ready.... even if your legs are not.

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Epic Thanks

It's usually around this time of year that I take the opportunity to thank all my customers who keep Mighty Mobile Bike Repair up & running and out & about providing me with my big dream of running a small business.
 To all.... a thousand Thank You's!!!!

This year, however, I'm also going to send out some thanks to all the people I get to ride with during the summer. Thanks for all the memories, good rides and good times. Past experiences bring a smile to my face and the thought of future rides keeps me motivated for the days to come. 

I should also throw out a little thanks to some of you for understanding in the simple fact that sometimes you have to break a few epic ride eggs to have an epic ride omelet. For all of you that keep coming out to ride knowing that today will likely take longer than expected, we'll get home later than anticipated and we'll probably run into at least a few things we didn't account for.... Thanx.

But.... isn't that what it's all about. 
Jesse 
Upper Pioneer Trail

The unexpected.
Aaron Breitbard
Spaulding Lake Trail

The unique experiences.
Dave Pasewark
Fordyce Dam

The memory that sticks because it trumps all others....
Aaron Breitbard
Doolittle Trail

To me, these pics remind me that sometimes it's not all flowy singletrack through fresh blooming wildflowers.
Mark Chavez, Geoff Rocky, Matty Larsen
Burlington Ridge
FTR 2009

But it can be.
Justin Scharp
Warren Lake Trail

Epic rides materialize most times by accident. A rides mileage alone doesn't necessarily qualify it for an epic (although it usually helps). I've done some 60 mile mountain bike rides that were simply just long rides. I've also been at the far end of a 23 mile out and back in an unexpectedly blinding snow storm while riding huge sections of catwalk on the NID water supply. For a relatively short ride w/ almost no climbing, it certainly gets catalogued in the "epics file" of my mind.

Nikki Wagner
NID Water Supply, on a nicer day

Throw in a wrong turn, inclement weather, or some major mechanicals and you only have the ingredients for an epic experience. For an epic to take its true form, it also needs to have the right people with the mindset to process the current adversity into a positive direction. Sometimes you have to push the envelope of comfort and normalcy beyond the usual experience to make the event stand above the others for years to come.
Aaron Breitbard & Mike Nunes
Pioneer Trail
  
Riders who understand that just because there's a trail on the map, doesn't exactly mean there will be a trail.
Sako Kapano & Nate Arnold
West Shore, Tahoe

Think you're immune to dealing with underestimated or unexpected trail conditions just because you're my girlfriend. Ha... think again.
Megan Reeves
Bullards Bar Trail.

These two guys. Always up for an adventure. I usually don't even have to ask these guys if their into some "bonus" trails.
Aaron Breitbard & Nate Arnold
Nevada City, Ca

"This is my spare tube." 
Mechanicals can often turn a standard ride into a trailside group discussion with resources getting pulled from all sides. This is when it's good to have people in the group with a combination of  ideas, ingenuity and some spare parts.  
Trouble on Fordyce Creek Trail
Sierra Nevadas

No Shawn. It'd suck if there wasn't a ladder.
Shawn Whitney
Foothills, Sierra Nevadas

So. Thanx again.
Will we get lost again in 2016? Probably.
Will we come out of trails in the dark? Likely.
Will we have fun? Most definitely.