Is it always awesome, every day, owning a bike shop?

MikeF, RC Service Manager, going an awesome job photo-bombing my attempt to capture a day in the life of a bike shop.
MikeF, RC Service Manager, doing an awesome job photo-bombing my attempt to capture a day in the life of a bike shop.

A few weeks ago, a former employee from the way-back days had a curious Facebook post. It was celebrating his first day not owning a bike shop in quite some time. Everyone was congratulating him, and subsequent posts were from friends and close relatives telling him how he never looked better, he was relaxed, he was smiling, the best years of his life were ahead of him.

And I’m thinking, how do I respond to something like that? So I didn’t, not for a while. But I couldn’t stop considering what this post was saying about people like me, 35 years owning this business with my brother Steve, 41+ years in business total. Those Facebook posts made owning a bike shop sound like imprisonment with cruel & unusual punishment! Obviously, I couldn’t stay silent. Not my style. And just as obviously, there would be a relevant quote from Star Trek, one that reflected my attitude towards work and life in general, an extension of Socrates’ quote “The unexamined life is not worth living.”-

“You know that pain and guilt can’t be taken away with a wave of a magic wand. They’re the things we carry with us, the things that make us who we are. If we lose them, we lose ourselves. I don’t want my pain taken away! I need my pain!” Captain Kirk (of course!)

For my friend, there was a massive lifting of something not-so-fun from his shoulders, something that was apparently keeping him from things that he wanted to do (or at least things that others wanted to do with him). And if I focused only on the problems that come with owning a business, I might feel the same way. But it’s the “pain” of retail that drives me.

It’s not the problems that matter. It’s the solutions you come up with. That’s what we’re here for. The struggle with various issues allows us to get creative, to work harder, maybe physically, maybe mentally, and do something for somebody that they couldn’t do themselves. Our ability to do it better than someone else is what defines our success in business.

And to me, that’s not something to dread, it’s something to be happy about, to celebrate. It’s not about going into work dreading all the BSOs that come in the door (BSO=Bike Shaped Object, a derisive industry term for bikes that were either built to be cheap, not to survive, or have been ridden into the ground).  Rather, it’s helping people out who already thought we’re the place to come for solutions (why else would they be here?), and figure out how to work some magic. That shouldn’t wear you down, it should build you up.

But it’s not just what we do for our bikes and our customers, but skills we teach our employees as well, because the processes and patience they learn should help them wherever they go, whatever they do. I hope that someday down the road they might think not just about the good times at an early job, but also what they learned; things that have less to do specifically with bikes than they do with helping people.

I’ll admit there are those days that do wear you down, and if too many of them get strung together, you can start thinking that’s how it’s going to go on and on. Forever. You’ve got to shake yourself out of that funk and start over, looking forward to that next bike or customer, no matter what, and decide it’s going to be an awesome experience for all. And if that next bike is either a BSO or worse (possibly a Frankenbike, a collection of parts that don’t work together), at least you’ll have a good laugh about it afterward.

I’m 58, 59 in a couple of weeks. As long as I still see the magic in riding a bike, I’m still going to see the magic in putting and keeping others on a bike. And if I have to leave this business at anything but the top of my game, if I’m leaving because I feel like I’m worn out and have nothing left to give, it won’t feel like a celebration to me.

Mike Jacoubowsky, Chain Reaction Bicycles since Feb 1st, 1980.

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Could *not* get the picture. The steam coming off the rider’s heads. Just doesn’t show up.

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From left to right, young Kevin, piece of Karl in the background, Old Geezer Pilot Kevin, Karen and JR. Eric will be arriving shortly. Picture taken be young Kevin’s Old Geezer Dad.

It was such a cool shot, or it should have been, but dang, maybe I waited too long, maybe it was the wrong angle, maybe there’s a lot more the eye can see than the camera. The top of Kings, the faster folk cooling down a bit waiting for the rest to come up the hill, and I swear, there was steam coming off the tops of the riders heads in the relatively-cool (about 40 degrees) air on Skyline.

If it had come out, it would have been cool-enough to make up for my screwing up and hitting the start-stop button at the base of Kings, stopping my computer entirely, instead of the segment timer. I recognized my mistake a couple minutes later, too late to have any real idea of my speed up the hill. The only thing I could go on was that the two Kevins were ahead of me, JR just a short distance behind, the rest following a minute or so further back.

kevin_kevin_kings_peeKevin (my son, not the geezer pilot) later told me they weren’t that far ahead of me at the top, but the picture to the right shows differently; if you click on it so it enlarges, you’ll see geezer pilot Kevin coming up from the Tunitas side of the hill, where he’d gotten rid of the excess Diet Coke he drinks so much of in the morning. Given geezer pilot Kevin’s age, it’s not like he can take care of such things instantly, so I was apparently much further behind them than led to believe. By the way, geezer pilot Kevin is only a few months older than I. Guess that makes me geezer dad of younger Kevin.

The ride was most-noteworthy for being a lot more wet than expected; this was one of those rides where the skies are clear but your bike gets trashed from all the water and crud coming up from the road. The sort of day that puzzles people because they don’t understand why their bike’s a mess when they bring it into the shop, because they say they don’t ride in the rain.

Overall, just another nice “winter” ride. We should have quite a few more of them, now that I’ve got my ‘cross bike all set up again, ready for rain that will likely never come.

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