Taylor Holiday Letter 2009

A Taylor Holiday Greeting from Northern Nevada - 2009

They came to sit and dangle their feet off the edge of the world and soon they thought of nothing but the good and true things they would do someday…

…and if there is anything I learned from 2009, it is that someday is now. I grew up in a very different way this year when I said good-bye to the most important woman in my life. I shared her last breath as she shared my first and if I could put into words how this has impacted my life I would---but words are not so free-flowing. A sweetness, that was “Mom” is gone, and every day I ask G-d to remember the soul of my Mother, Sonia G. Mehler…The love and strength of family and community shined and we mourned her passing and celebrated her life with family and friends. You see, words don’t work...

And now it is time to close the year once again---and even with this big hole in my heart, I feel incredibly blessed. I love my husband and I love my life, and I’ve decided that the happiest people may not have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything that they have! And with that thought, I am a very rich woman and very happy! (And best is subjective anyway!)

We were able to visit Marshall in November and my time with the Taylor’s, always fills me with love. I now have a Grandpa who is 95 and I enjoyed going to visit him every day. We share a profound day (he said good bye to his wife and I to my Mom on the same day, albeit a couple of years apart. And they were also put to rest on the same day a couple of years apart). Interesting that G-d blessed me with my Minnesota Mom, and that we can share the same day to reflect on our Mom’s together.

I wake up every day next to the love of my life and the perfect small hound and my Mehler-Taylor family continues to give me joy and purpose, and as I have aged, Faith has become more of a center-piece in my soul. The many friends (you) who supported me during my Mom’s challenge with cancer have etched their way into my heart forever. With gratitude, love and the joy of the season, Happy Holidays to you! Wishing you good health, and a lovely New Year!

My Mother's Daughter-Thanksgiving Bittersweetness

I am Joni Taylor, daughter of Sonia Mehler. I was the first person to ever call her Mom! And I was also one of her biggest tester's of what we call, "Love, unconditionally". As I have been reflecting daily in my conversations with G-d, (May G-d remember the soul of my Mother...), I'd like to share some excerpts from my journal, since most of you have already heard most of my favorite Mom stories:

"She left pieces of her life behind her everywhere she went. It's easier to feel the sunlight without them, she said."

This was written to describe her incredible generosity of herself. Her whole self.

During the last few weeks in hospice, I spent as much time as I could with her:

"The day she first told me she was starting to disappear, I didn't believe her and so she stopped and held her hand up to the sun and it was thin like paper in the light and I finally said you seem very calm for a woman who is disappearing and she said she was sad but relieved too after these last few years of trying to keep the pieces of her life in one place. Later on I went to see her again and as I was leaving she put a package in my hand. This is the last piece of my life she said. Take good care of it, and she smiled and was gone and the room filled with the sound of the wind and when I opened the package there was nothing there and I thought there must be some mistake or maybe I dropped it and I got down on my hands and knees and looked until the light began to fade, and then slowly I felt pieces of my life fall away and suddenly I began to understand what she meant and I lay there for a long time crying and laughing at the same time."

And to sum up how I feel right now:

"There was a whole world here once, but some of the smaller parts left on personal business and it's not that easy to find replacements".

I can not imagine having a different Mom or a different experience. My life, with all of it's imperfection, was perfect for me because of my Mom. She was perfect for me and without her, I wouldn't be the woman I am today. I am my Mother's Daughter.

Some Vegas Photo's

So my laptop died and I lost all my email addresses. Well, not lost, but hopefully waiting for my restore to work. Thought I'd post some photo's from Vegas 2009 Interbike.

Sunny's Heart

May G-D remember the soul of my Mother...

Sure things and guarantees

One of the sure signs that I am growing up, is that while I remain idealistic and optimistic about life (can't help it!), I am also realistic in understanding that things won't always be as easy as I would like them to be, or turn out exactly how I hope they will. And while I can't write the book on what is going to happen in my life before it does, I can certainly live my life such that when things don't go "my way", I can always know that I have lived each day to it's fullest. Did my very best. Had whole intentions on getting up that climb, made my sales goals, ran as far and as fast as I could, honored my husband, enjoyed an evening walk with my small hound.

At the back of every thought, wish, and hope these days is the miracle that my Mom will feel good. She's doing everything she's supposed to do, and while the doc's are still baffled and can't find the cancer---there are so many poison's and chemicals from years of chemo, that her body is really challenging her to a new level. And as she is challenged, so am I.

I spent a lovely week in Paradise (a.k.a. the San Francisco Bay Area)! It was not only successful, but rich in the things that matter---like relationships with the folks that will mean something to me for the rest of my days. Family and friends. (Jeff, Dave, Kathy, Scotty, Alan, Bernie---you guys really don't know how good it is to see you). I have to remember to start my big sales campaign summers this way, as it settles down my nerves and makes me realize that while my circle of influence may be small in the big picture of life, it is large with love, good wishes and people that make my life very special.

And at the back end of these thoughts, is that there are no guarantees. No sure things in this world. If you have your health, you have everything. Eating right and exercising and Faith are no sure things that life will be easy. But they will help you be strong enough to deal with whatever gets tossed at you, and they also make it easy for people to be supportive of whatever challenges come your way. Wear a helmet, take care of your heart, your soul...and always believe. Go Mom! Happy Sunday!

P.S. Thanks to all who signed my dedication page on the livestrong sight!

http://www.livestrongaction.org/node/3625

If it is June, it must be Italy!

When I imagine that this time last week I was spending 30 hours transporting myself from across the pond it seems crazy. But true, nonetheless. And if you imagined the 30 hours to be a typo, well I wish it were, but if there is a drawback to living in a small little town in the mountains, it is airline travel to and from Tahoe/Reno. I arrived in Italy to some lovely weather and it was just 18 hours to get there (the flying time is similar, but the layovers in the different hubs across the USA are the bear). My mission for the day was to stay awake until the evening. After unpacking and getting settled into my room at the "spa" in Vicenza, I grabbed my book and headed out to the pool. It was too hot to sit there. So I decided to go for a run. Of course I got lost and by the time I found my way back to my hotel, it was a shower and then a quick "ciao" with Paola before going to a nice dinner in town with Alessandro from Campagnolo (as well as the Spanish, German and Dutch distributors).

The chatter at the table was a lovely mix of Spanglish, Italenglish, Germanenglish and the Dutch---well that would be perfect english! I out-did myself by staying awake past midnight and completely fell sound asleep by the time my head hit the pillow. I felt pretty normal (a funny word-choice for me, but normal for me) the next morning and the breakfast at the Vergilius Spa is fabulous. By then, many of the other countries had arrived and I had the morning free to rest before the presentation. So after the Buon Girono's Buenos Dias, Dag's, Bon Jour's, etc., I headed over to the pool and read my book with Pascal from The Netherlands.

I am normally not a sunbather, but I was reading The Dog in the Hat and time just flew by. Lunch served by the beautiful Italian woman by the pool and soon it was time for the Big presentation. Sometimes, I pinch myself. Like how did I get here? Somedays, my life sounds better than anything I could have invented. And for a girl who has invented so many cool stories, I can somehow not put into words my reality these days. It's a bit ironic.

After a lovely and another very late night, I crashed again (sleeping comes so naturally for me!) and the next day I was off to Treviso with Paola, after our business meetings at Campagnolo. We went to our favorite place in the walled city center later that evening. My Hotel this year was the best choice. A few meters from the railroad into Venice and right inside the city center. It was called the Hotel Continental. Each time I am in Europe, I realize how much you really get for your money in the USA. And the more I travel outside my country, no matter how much I appreciate and love the places I visit, I am further made aware of how very blessed I am to be an American. We can complain about the cost of Gas, hotels, etc., but our standards are very high. I love Western Europe. I really do. But I believe that the luxury life we are afforded in our country is amazing. And everything feels like a bargain the first few weeks I am back home. There is beautiful in the old charm, but also in the new world.

Paola met me early on Saturday and we rode the train into Venice. Venice reminds me a bit of a very very old NYC. With it's neighborhoods, artisians, shopping and food. Obviously very different as well. But it was a feeling of excitement that only NYC invokes in me. Seeing Venice with a local was a treat beyond belief. And while I can't remember everywhere I went, I remember no feelings of helplessness from being hopelessly lost. Everything from Leonardo DiVinci, Picasso, etc., can all be seen and felt there. I walked through all 5 of the burroughs and over all the bridges. Old and New.

By Sunday I was beat! My plane out of Venice was delayed by 3 hours. This was annoying as it was eating into my time with the Kalski's in Atlanta. I had a 13 hour layover, which was shortened by by a few hours. But Larry was there to meet me 4 minutes after I landed and a few minutes of Southern Hospitality goes a long way! At least I wasn't inconvenienced like the rest of my plane with making my connection.

And there is nothing I love better than landing in Reno to my smiling husband and my small hound. I think this is the best story yet, and one I can never put into words how blessed I feel in my life. My own little very simple fairy tale. Happy Sunday!

Fondazione Vedova - Emilio E. Annabianca

A day in Venice! And seeing it with a local Italian woman was priceless. I have lots to write about and either no time, no energy or both. My new camera is great, but the operator still needs lots of practice. There is an "idiot" button which I was planning to use, but there was a "no flash" rule inside the installation exhibit and I proceeded to mess the settings up. These are also a low resolution to make sending them easier and hopefully you will get the gist, regardless of the quality.

Fondazione Vedova is a new exhibition place in Venice, and the opening of this important modern artists paintings are the first to be there. So my timing was great. It was especially meaningful because in the last 5 years I have become a fan of Jackson Pollack and I found many similarities to the feel of Emilo Annabianca's works. This installation was a collection of 27 pieces. 9 rectangles, 9 squares and 9 circles (but the circles except for the one pictured were in square frames.)

The hall was especially cool, and what was interesting about this exhibit is that the artwork came to you. Most of the time you view paintings by walking around a gallery. But these pieces were hung from a special rail that brought the paintings down the aisles, turned them (magically perfect with the lighting), and dropped them to your eye level. They then, in a symphony, picked themselves back out, put themselves away in a rack, and brought out another 9. The whole process (including the downtime where they sit at eye level) is about an hour for each 9 pieces.

It was really fascinating to be there. Only in Venice can you see the very very old, with modern technology married in one place with such style and innovative design.
More to come.

We also saw the Yoko Ono, Mother/Son installation and the Guggenheim in Venice. The artwork that I have admired much of my life, seen in person can bring you to tears. Prints are wonderful ways to see art from a global perspecitve, but seeing the pieces in person will move you to places you weren't aware of. It's a very emotional thing. Also seeing the art in person in the old country is something I will not soon forget. The depth can not be photographed.

Happy Saturday!

The "new" size 2?

So, yesterday, and really most of last week, we have been in this very unusual (for the high-desert) cool weather in June. Saturday it was actually rainy/wet out most of the day. I am not complaining at all--the longer we stay cool, the shorter the heat-wave of a summer 90's and 100's will be (at least on paper). I was going through "old clothes" and new clothes to see if I need to buy anything to go to Italy next week. I'm still pretty much the same size I always was---so my clothes from 20 years ago plus still fit me.

What I did find interesting (and progressively frustrating), is that what "used" to be a size 5 is now a size 2. What is up with that? When I think of a size 2 I think of someone WAY smaller than I. And yet, when I go shopping now, I am a size 2. I haven't lost weight---but I am now an American size 2. It is kinda scary that this is what we've come to. Instead of losing weight, we just made the smaller sizes bigger.

Just for fun I measured my old size 5 jeans and they are actually smaller than new size 2's. The Gap, and DKNY are big offenders of oversizing---even in the petite section. When I tried on some of those brands the size 2 fit me baggy. It is comical if you ask me. Even the junior department has taken up this game. Sigh... Kinda funny, but not really. I wonder if this is just women's clothes---or if the men's designers are doing this too? It makes me think of Jerry Seinfeld when he scribbled a 32 on his 33's or something like that.

So---Today was completely gorgeous out. Perfect, sunny, and in the 70's with no wind. So I went out for lots of hill-climbing miles on my bicycle and thoroughly enjoyed the day! Made up for doing NOTHING but walk the Scrapper through the canyons yesterday. Mom and Dad are in town and we will have dinner with them tomorrow. Mom's new chemo cocktail seems to be finally working a bit. But it has been a rough few months. Thanks for asking and keeping her in your thoughts.

I am looking forward to Italy this year. It's a quick trip again---but I will spend one day in Venice with an Italian to show me the good stuff! And I am REALLY looking forward to my layover in Atlanta---I haven't seen Larry, Chris, Arlene, etc in far too long!

Have a wonderful week! Happy Birthday Hunter Rooney!

The HEAT is on!

Mid-90's! Hot summer sun in May. And true to my old Southern and Western roots, I do not complain about the sunshine. Even when it is HOT out. Living so far from the Ocean means the Pacific relief I know and love is nowhere in sight. But there is nothing like starting a 4 hour ride already warmed up. And wearing a sleeveless jersey and shorts is freeing when you've been layering up for one thing or another for months on end.

I can't believe I could once slather up in baby oil---but there used to be an ozone layer, didn't there? Yesterday I rode out towards Mt. Rose and marveled at the snowy peaks while we were here frying in the extreme heat. Mike and I timed our rides perfectly and arrived home within minutes of each other. Long rides make "all you can eat sushi" a wonderful thing!

With smiles on our faces we headed to the neighborhood sushi bar and ate until we couldn't anymore. Then it was off to Trader Joe's and home to watch the re-play of the Giro di Italia on Universal Sports. (Our exciting lives!)

This morning I got a text from a friend saying he had ridden up Mt. Hamilton for the first time and that it was beautiful and he could see for miles. Nice way to start a Sunday!
And today the sun notched things up by a few degrees. Mid 90's. And yes it's hot, but with 12% humidity--it's still pretty comfortable. There seems to be a lot more cyclists here this year. Or maybe everyone is just so happy to be outside that more people are on the bike. Criss-crossing the Truckee river made me want to jump in. There were lots of folks enjoying the heat in the comfort of the chilly alpine fast moving river today.

Really a wonderful weekend of sunshine! Hope yours was too! Don't forget the sunscreen!

Happy Mother's Day and stuff!

I am a BIG fan of Mom's. Mom's rule and have very hard jobs. I have a Mom I was born with, and one that came as a BIG bonus when I got married. I feel very blessed. I spent the weekend riding my bike up really hard climbs and scenic passes and snow-capped peaks with frozen Alpine Lakes with my favorite person in the whole world. We treated ourselves to a day in the California Alps on Saturday. It was the first day that Highway 4 (a.k.a. as Ebbetts Pass at 8730') was open and I think I saw 8 cars and 18 cyclists and whole lot of nothing else. The roads were spotless and clean---I expected way more sand, but the Road Workers did a fabulous job making the roads clean and safe.

The Carson River was running hard and fast and there were many kayakers along the river. Lots of white-water...looked a little scary. One of them commented to me that I was crazy to ride up the passes. I said maybe---but that she was crazy to ride the water rapids of a fast-snow-melt river! I thought of both of my Mom's when I made it to the top. I didn't know it was possible to go as slow as I was going without tipping over---specially right passed Alpine Lake. I hoped Minnesota Mom was doing something fun and California Mom was having a good day even though she is back on chemo.

Mike and I took each other out for a nice dinner and then headed to Trader Joe's since we were on that side of town. It was a great Saturday. Today was more of the same, but with less climbing and more chores---and a lovely run in the canyons. If I could only swim, I might sound very Tri-sporting-like. (Ha!)

We also have been enjoying watching the Giro di Italia live on Universal Sports. Which reminds me. I leave for Venice, Italy on June 16th. It's that time of year again and I have my tickets booked. Venice, Vicenza and Treviso, Campagnolo, of course. One of the best things is that on the way back from Italy, I have a 13 hour lay-over in Atlanta. Now some might see this as a real pain in the rear. BUT---I have special cousins there who I haven't seen in far too long. So when I called and said, "Hey Larry, I will be in Atlanta on way home from Italy for 13 hours---can we have dinner?" He rolled out the Southern charm and said he'd come and get me! YAYAYAYA!!

In two weeks I head to Los Altos (California) for a Women's cycling/fitness event. I am bringing Mike (he's a crowd pleaser with the girl's and I use whatever it takes to get folks in my booth). It should be fun!

New York was absolutely fabulous--as was Greenwich, CT. I walked from the Upper West side (87th Ave), to Chelsea and to the United Nations Building! In fact I did all of my account visits by foot! Hugh Jackman wears Campagnolo Sportswear by the way---if it was appropriate to take pictures and ask for autographs without looking like a tool---I would be posting some pretty sweet pictures here. Plus, I don't have a very good camera---(or I would at least be posting pictures of a little cousin-reunion in New Jersey!)

But I digress---all I really wanted to say was Happy Mother's Day to every Mom out there---and especially to MINE!! I love you both very very much!

10 days in Flanders

How the time flies! We've been home about week and I haven't written a thing! Mike and enjoyed 10 days in Belgium (with a side trip or two to the Netherlands!) for his birthday this year. After too many hours in a plane (or several planes), we landed in Brussels and were met by our old friend Mark at the airport there. We were beat, but it was only about 10 in the morning so we needed to stay awake as long as possible that day! Mark took us on a tour of the Vermarc (clothing) facilities before we headed over to the Ridley factory in Tessenderlo.

It was our first time visiting the Ridley Factory in person and so we enjoyed a tour and hung out with Jochim, Jo and the crew from Bicycling Magazine. On tap for the afternoon was getting our bikes sorted for the special ride of the Tour of Flanders, which takes place the day before the Pro's do it. (For fun, go to www.firstfotofactory.com and click on the English language and search for rider # 31482). After dinner with Jochim and the guys who are busy building the NEW Ridley factory (yes---more growing!), Jochim organized a vehicle for us to use before taking us to his Lake House in Mol. Wow---there are not many lakes in Belgium, and this one was about 6K around. But it was lovely! We had an early morning wake-up call to meet everyone to head over to Ninove (near Ghent) for the Ronde Ride.

Talk about crazy! 20,000 riders of all abilities riding roads where barely a single small car can drive through. I opted out (I was jet-lagged and I am not good in crowds of this size---though I will do it next year if I get the chance!) and Jo and I sat in a cafe and ate and drank the afternoon away. Afterwards it was off to Brugge (actually we stayed in nearby Oostende for the night) for (another) early morning start for the Ronde van Vlaandaren. It was a damp and (by my standards) freezing morning and the highlight of my day was getting up close and personal with Johan Musseeuw! (Oh the luxuries of a VIP/Press pass from my friend Mark Vandereyt!)

After the start, we had two choices: ride in the caravan and follow the race, OR ride to Mol, do our own ride and watch the 4 hours of commercial free live coverage on the TV. With the added bonus of a Tom Tom Navigator (also from Mark), we chose option 2. And we drove home and into warm sunshine (gotta love Limburg!). We had this exclusive lakehouse for our whole stay! Wow!

A week filled with Flemish riding, running and racing. The day of Ghent-Wevelgem was the rainiest day---but watching it snuggled up on a couch with Mike was fun for sure! On Mike's birthday (after our morning jaunts around the area), we were going to go to Zolder (but our plans changed) and so we headed to Maastricht, Nederland. A lovely mid-evil city (and the start for Amstel Gold). I was finally feeling relaxed and on vacation! Mike and I have celebrated his birthday over here several times and so there was something very familiar about being in Belgium/Nederland for his special day. Have I mentioned the beer? Mike was in beer heaven. I never saw him smile so much!

On Friday we went back to Tessenderlo to spend the afternoon with Jochim and Jo from Ridley! We had a long, long lunch on a local lovely golfcourse in the warm sunshine! Mark met us at Jochim's house on Saturday morning to take us back to Brussels for our LONG flight home. This was way too short a trip.

And as has been the case for the last year, I am back on the road this week. I am heading to Greenwich, CT on Thursday and then to Manhattan. This time next week I will be running in Central Park (Springtime in Manhattan!) But today I am off for a long ride in the High Sierra Mountains. Yes---80 degrees and no wind. Happy Sunday!

Palo Alto Bicycles

(Jamie Watson * Jon Mara - Palo Alto Bicycles Campagnolo Evening 2009---photo courtesy of Jay Watson)

Now this is an interesting title (a.k.a. A blast from my past!) for an email. This bike shop has such a profound meaning for me. Obviously, it's a very nice place to buy some very nice "bike-stuff". I loved being a customer there, then becoming part of the team/staff that works there and meeting some very special customers and friends. But it goes deeper than that. I fell in love there! So of course---Palo Alto Bicycles will always be "that" place for me. And it is always one of the top 10 "lists of important things" I have when I am working on the "other side of the industry"---I always hope to be able to work with this shop and the people that make this shop what it is.

Last Thursday night, Palo Alto Bicycles hosted a Campagnolo evening and so many people who are near and dear to my heart showed and made the evening so much fun you can hardly call it work! And to make things even better, the weather was as good as it gets.

Thursday morning, Mike and I woke up to one of the "perfect" days in San Francisco. You could see Mt. Diablo clear as a bell to the East, Mt. Tamapais beyond Alcatraz and Angel Island to the North, and the Farallones out in the Pacific to the West. We went out for a dozen fresh baked bagels and fruit and yogurt and headed to the top of Twin peaks to enjoy the magnificent morning sun in my favorite city. What a place. There wasn't even a breathe of wind, and the infamous fog was nowhere to be found! Splendid! The Golden Gate Bridge was so clear it looked like a postcard!

So--now we are getting ready to head to Belgium early Thursday morning for 11 days of Belgian Bike racing classics, and some vacation! Lots to get done before we go, but I am really getting excited to actually be traveling somewhere for fun for a change!

Here's a photo of my friend (and model) Jamie from the event at Palo Alto. She used to work upstairs from the shop---My lovely surfer girl! Happy Sunday!

Running in the wind!

Mike and I have been enjoying a lovely early spring in Reno. In a world of "worrisome news", it's amazing to have such glorious days. We've had some beyond belief, absolutely fabulous ones weather-wise. And anyone who has been reading me for any amount of time, knows that I talk about the weather more than I should. So really beautiful days, day after day after day, have given me a lot less to write about in the complaint department!

And after a week of staying put at home, catching up on bills and sleep, and getting back in my groove, I am refreshed enough to hit the road and the friendly skies again tomorrow. I leave for a week in Seattle and Portland. Ah, the glorious Pacific Northwest! And true to form, rain and cloudy weather prevail. It looks like a storm is brewing in the Pacific just in time for my trip! It'll give me something to complain about. The fact is, both of the cities are beautiful ones. And if you time it right, and you get to glimpse Mt. Ranier, Mt. St. Helen's, Hood and Baker, they will for sure take your breath away. Now that I live in the high desert, a little bit of rain on the random road trip hardly bothers me anymore.

And the reason? Running. I can run in the snow, the rain, the cold and the desert wind. I can run on business trips and I only have to bring my Newton running shoes!!! This may sound like a dumb thing to use exclamation points with, but I have to say that my rekindled running-love has changed my life. Business trips would really stress me out when I would miss so many days off the bike. But now, I find myself opting out of bike rides to go for a long run. I still love the bike. It doesn't beat me up so much. But when you can't sneak out for 2+ hours, gearing up in all the cold weather gear, versus throwing on some sweats and a hoodie and some running shoes sure is a nice option!

So---I may not run like the wind (it's blowing at about 25mph right now---that Pacific NW storm thing), but I am running in the wind and it doesn't matter if it's a head wind or at my back for a change! How about that?

Happy Saturday!

A whole weekend at home!

What a treat it is to not have anywhere to be, or have to load up, pack up and drive somewhere for two whole days. Oddly, I found myself putting in about 8 hours of "homework", but the beauty of it, if you can call it that is that it was home--home sweet home, work! I really love being home! Mike and I spent the last 2 weeks driving, riding, and talking bikes and fancy Italian bicycle clothing all up and down the California borders. We experienced rain, snow, record heat (as in 90 degrees in San Diego)and unexplored, unfamilar roads to ride---along with the familiar ones. I have written and erased about 4 sentences as each time I write about the trip, it sounds too fun. And it was work.

As much as I LOVE having Mike along for the trips, it is always a bit stressful trying to figure out when and where MT is going to get a few hours off to go for a ride. Heaven's knows, he deserves it. So do I. And we always ride every day at home. So why not on these trips? But I have learned that if I can see a few more shops and forego a ride, I will appreciate the effort later. So a few times, he gets to ride from one location or another---or he will go and ride 100 miles while I slave away at the Campagnolo booth at the Gran Fondo in San Diego. The gist, is that while these trips sound like all fun and no work---they really are work. And the beauty is that I still love my work. But it's work. (did you get that? in my wordy sentences?) And Mike has decided that he likes staying home when I leave on the trips for the most part.

The Scrapper of course, enjoyed some R&R with her Grandparents in California. She had such a good time, that after one day, she decided she would rather stay home and be spoiled with Gramma & Papa then join her crazy parents traveling to bike shops.

I am home for a whole week! (Next week is the Pacific Northwest) And it is beautiful here in the mountains. One of the best things of not being home and not being able to ride everyday, was that my leg has finally healed enough to RUN! Forced downtown is not always a bad thing! I ran outside in the hills all weekend. The mountains are all dusted in snow (they were brown when we left), and the thinner mountain air is so clean and crisp. I love where I live.

So, finally rested, I can prepare for the next trip to Seattle and Portland, before the big events in Oakland and Palo Alto at the end of March. And you want to hear some amazing news---it is almost 5 years ago that my Mom had her surgery. She will have to go back on chemo in May---but her spirits are up, her energy is strong, and she has enough courage to face whatever they've thrown her way thus far. Thanks for asking how she is. And for all the extra prayers.

Happy Sunday!

USA Custom's - We are Safe from Italian Cycling Clothing

I could try and play catch up---lots of travel and my birthday and day to day lovely stuff. But this message would be long and not so fun to read perhaps. Now that this event has passed and I can have a sense of humor about it though, I thought I might share it with you.

My Italian colleague, Paola and I were planning our launch of the Fall/Winter Campagnolo Sportswear and we always meet somewhere in the USA to begin our visits. This year, we were meeting in Denver, Colorado. We had a fun and interesting trip---mostly out East, with fashion Shows and Trunk shows. A different way of presenting the collection to not only the retailers, but also the consumers. We were excited.

I landed in Denver about 40 minutes before Paola and so I went to get the rental car and then headed back to the airport to meet her at the International customs meeting place. I saw her plane had landed (at least I thought it was her plane) and so I expected her in about 30 minutes. After an hour, I was a little worried. "Where R U?" I texted to her phone. Nothing. Europeans are as good at texting as my nephews and so when I got no reply, I was surprised.

Was I at the right airport? Did I have the right time? I had no idea. 2 hours later and nothing. I don't have a fancy cell phone that has email, weather reports and does the housecleaning and so I was just left waiting. Her plane wasn't even on the arrival screen anymore. Finally my phone rings.

"Ciao Joni, I am cutting the collection and should be out in 30 minutes". I thought perhaps there might be an Italian word "cutting" that I didn't understand and was just happy to know she was fine. When she finally arrived at the greeting place, She told me the story.

She had checked the customs form that she was bringing in samples. Honest. We've done this many times before. She had her proforma invoice and all the back-up paperwork. But the TSA rep stopped her on her way out the exit, searched her bags and told her she had 2 choices: She could leave the collection there or she could cut it. Each piece. Probably $30K retail's worth of high-end clothing. We needed the collection or it would have been a pointless trip. So now we were stuck with a ruined clothing. Long sleeves, were now 1 long/1 half sleeve. Tights were now knickers, gloves had a pinkie missing, jerseys were cut up the back. Ruined.

When she asked the TSA agent if she could call me to let me know that she was here and OK, he told her that "in this situation, only I am asking questions. You are answering them. I am checking your bags for fruit. If you have an apple in your bag it will be a $100 fine..."

Luckily we both have a sense of humor and we introduced the collection as a new Italian trend of missing pinkie's on the gloves and half knicker/half tights and half longsleeve/half 3/4 length jerseys. For the fashion shows I had pre-shipped the new spring/summer and so we were safe there. We are laughing about it now...but it was a nightmare at the time. But I wanted ya'll to know that we are safe from any high-end Italian bike wear. Rest assured!

Off to California for the next couple a weeks with Mike. I have an "un-cut" collection with me. Hope they don't stop me at the Truckee entrance into California!

January Jammin'

Every year, time goes by faster and faster. Rather than trying to figure out why that is, I am trying to cram 30 hours worth of living in every 24 hours I get. This week I need to finish up planning for the East coast launch of the Fall Winter clothing. Stressful, but fun. It's especially fun to visit places I haven't been before in Tennessee, Ohio and Connecticut. Been to those states, but not to the cities I will be in this trip. And New York, while intimidating, expensive and on a different realm of my comfort zone, much of the time, is also one of my favorite cities to be in. It's exciting, overwhelming, metro-everything, and feels so American in a high-energy kind of way.

Here in Reno, where life is slower, people are fewer, life is simpler and the air is cleaner, we have been enjoying the mild winter to it's fullest. The last time I rode my bike outside in January so much I lived in California. And amazing as this sounds, that was 5 years ago. You can take the girl out of California, but you can't take California out of the girl. So I am pretty pleased about riding my bike outside this January. Not sure what that will mean for our water supply this summer---but the reality is that you can't do much about the weather. (I could get on my soap-box about global warming and all the things that we all should be doing about this, but I won't. I can only lead by example and know that I do my share, know that I can always do more, and hope that this is high on President Obama's "to-do" list. He's got a very long list.)

Mike and I are heading to the Bay Area the day after I get back from NYC---Tour of California, mixed with work. Then to LA at the end of month. Oregon and Washington shortly after (more soap-box carbon footprint mess...sigh...) But way more fun with Mike going too!

So---not much to report from the lovely mountains here in Northern Nevada. I hope your weekend was relaxing and fun! Here's a little flyer for the Nashville Fashion show!

Happy Sunday!

An exciting week ahead in the USA!

It's all over the news, all over the net and impossible to have a conversation with someone without being all excited and full of great hope for our country. Our first African American president! Wow! When I look and listen to Barack Obama speak, I feel tears well up in my eyes and feel so proud of everyone for voting for this eloquent extraordinary man. Like we are finally willing to say, it is time to do things differently, and be the amazing country full of different and amazing people that we are. Sigh...very proud to be an American.

I was going to write about my rides and my running adventures, but so many of you are plagued with really cold, snowy weather, that it just didn't seem right. That said, I rode my bike outside all week during the week in sunshine with zero wind and springtime temps. It is such a strange weather pattern. Mike and I wake up and look at each other in disbelief. It isn't the near 80 degree temps that my California friends are enjoying---it's more the high 50's! (but high 50's here is the same as high 60's in SF---as there is no moisture). Today, we decided that not watering our lawn (a.k.a. weeds) and taking 20 second showers this summer due to drought is kinda worth it.

On Saturday, I went for a long easy-paced 90 minute run. If running didn't beat me up so much, I would run all the time. I just got a new pair of Newton Running shoes for All-Weather, and I spent the first 45 minutes just looking at my feet because they are such cool looking shoes. Running down the hills around here really takes it's toll on my "hip-flexors". If I was a guy, I would say I pulled my groin muscle. (Do girl's have groin muscles?) In any case---I will practice running backwards to build up the right muscles (Thanks for tip, Mom!)

Today I set out for a long over-due 3 hour ride. Imagine 3 hours with only 1 stop-sign and maybe 10 cars and who knows how many feet in elevation gain (it felt like it was all uphill!). Really lovely.

I am heading East on February 2 (Colorado, Tennessee, Ohio, NYC, and Connecticut), and then will arrive home for a day before heading to Sacramento for the Tour of California Prologue and then to the Bay Area for a week. Mike will at least be joining me for the Bay Area trip (I hope), as I hate spending my birthday and heart day without my guy and my hound! I am hopefully going to be home for a week after that (but maybe not) before heading to LA/San Diego & then Seattle and Portland.

Mostly this week I am rejoicing in my newfound hope for the USA! I hope you are too. Happy Sunday!

Beautiful!

Oh my gosh it is so beautiful out today! We had a pretty incredible weather system come through yesterday. I think the wind blew at a steady 50 mph for 24 hours. Some of the gusts would literally "blow you away". Even Mike when he was walking the Scrapper out in the canyons he was almost "blown down". It's pretty incredible---this mountain weather. Mike actually went out riding in it---it was even spitting water and ice, but he left in the morning anyway, thinking the weather man was wrong. When I "got the call" a few hours later, I was hardly surprised. Not really a weather call---but a flat tire with a broken spare call.

The Scrapper and I left in the ice to the rescue and right as we climbed the hill back home the sky started spitting snow, ice and rain at the same time with a little bit of hail thrown in for good measure. We made homemade burritos and watched something silly on TV.

But this morning we woke up to a cold and beautiful day. Really beautiful. Like the sky is so blue you can't believe it isn't technicolor. And the air is so clean because anything that was in it was surely blown to the East. The streets were coated in ice this morning but the sun dried it up and out we both went. I ran out in the hills and canyons and as I would come up to any desert brush, a swarm of quail would fly up. My eyes were tearing from the cold, but the crispness of color was amazing. After 5 or so miles I picked up the Scrapper for the last mile or so to run with her. She really likes the cold weather (a lot more than her mom---though her Mom has a new appreciation for it now that she is running and not riding in it.)

In any case---I hope you are enjoying the first few days of the New Year! Happy Saturday!

Happy 2009!

I love January 1st. I always do. It's one day that I don't even care what the weather is like; it's the first day of a brand New Year---all full of hope and good intentions. Mike and I were asleep before the ball dropped in NYC. Pretty pathetic if you ask me---but we are hard pressed to stay awake much past night-fall! And the weather is fantastic here and so we were looking forward to nice New Year's Day out-of-doors festivities. When I asked Mike if he was making any resolutions he told me he absolutely wasn't and he never has and never will do anything so silly. I am not making any either---but I would like to run a marathon this year. Just need to figure out which one. Easy to say in January when the bike biz is less busy and I have time to train, but I will run the distance even if it isn't an event-style kind of marathon.

Speaking of which, I headed out into sunshine in my Newton kickers today and I ended up running with this gal who is almost 60. She was small and weathered and lean and mean. Been running in the high desert all her life. And she is fast, but steady. We ran a little over 5 miles together before we parted on our separate ways. Her name is Audra and she about killed me with the pace. But she gave me something to aspire to. I've seen her out there running almost everyday since we moved here. I know when the weather gets warmer I will be back on my bike---but I sure do like the simplicity of running. Just needing shoes and a road means this year while I am traveling, I can bring my shoes and run everywhere!

Speaking of which, I am heading out East in February---the circle of the year and visiting retailers will begin in a month. It will be interesting to see what the year holds for the bicycle business. This is a very different recession. But I am full of the New Year buzz (and a runner's buzz on top of that) and so I am looking forward to whatever the year has on offer.

I hope your New Year's celebrations were safe and happy! My folks are headed over the hill to visit in a couple of days. The snowy passes required a delay of the holidays for the Mehler gathering...

Happy New Year!