I am not a dog person. (GASP! I know, I know...) On my first day of work there was dog. No one told me there would be a dog. Not that it would have changed my mind, I guess, I just wasn't prepared. So this dog didn't really give me the time of day. It didn't bother me though, things were better that way. A week passed, and I took a picture of him and texted it to my husband to show the kids. I still have that picture on my phone (posted below) and the text read "Co-worker." It was just an informative photo. Surely I wasn't taking it because I thought he was sort of sweet, or dare I say, growing on me. But grow on me he did, and now I find myself sneaking out from behind my desk to give him a little scratch under his chin or pat on the belly. Although I am still not a dog person, I am a Chance person. That's his name, Chance. And I love him, we all do. And today happens to be Chance's 11th Birthday. Happy Birthday Sweet Boy!
If you haven't had a "chance" to read our staff bio page, I suggest you do! You may find a particular office dog's story pretty fascinating. Click HERE to check it out!
Strider has made the news again! Strider Sports International takes pride in making the work environment in Striderville a fun one, and the word has spread! From lunch rides to wheelie contests in the warehouse, our staff is encouraged by Chief Enthusiast, Ryan McFarland, to recharge and have some fun. “It’s the whole ‘work hard, play hard’ idea. … To keep a business moving forward quickly and keep everybody’s energy levels up, you’ve got to throw a lot of play in there.”
We are continually hiring new people to join our team and share in the fun and passion of getting kids on two wheels. "The last thing we want is somebody on staff that doesn’t share that enthusiasm,” Ryan mentions in the article, referring to what he calls the "camping test" "The applicant might have the skills for a job, but would you want to spend a weekend camping with them? They've got to be somebody you enjoy working with," he said.
So who’s bringing the marshmallows!?
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Susie here! Mother of two hilarious children, wife of a firefighter, proud and dedicated Strider employee. I purchased my first bike when I was 17 years old right after I graduated high school. It was the most beautiful turquoise Gary Fisher bike I had ever seen and it took me almost all summer to pay off my lay-away at our local sporting goods shop. I rode it to work every morning on my one mile commute to the daycare center where I worked. I was proud of it. I was a cyclist. I thought.
Fast forward 15 years…
My beautiful turquoise bike had seen better days. Not because it had a million miles on it but because it had been neglected. College, marriage, family, moving, life in general got in the way. I was no longer a cyclist, just a lady with a rusty turquoise bike that was pretty cool once. The day I started at Strider more than one person said “don’t forget to bring your bike in, we go out and ride at lunch.” “Oh I don’t know how to Mountain Bike” I said, looking around at all the mud-caked but somehow still shiny 29inch beauties hanging everywhere I looked. The great thing was though, that no one judged me. No one cared if I had a fancy pantsy bike and serious lack of any sort of biking ability. They cared about going out, breathing hard, getting dirty, sometimes bloody (although they didn’t tell me this when I went for my first ride) embracing nature, and riding, because it’s fun.
So on my second day, I loaded up ol’ turquoise and attempted to leave the paved path I was comfortable with. And let me tell you, I was so NOT comfortable. Every rock I tried to avoid I hit, “look ahead of you, you’ll miss them, trust me.” the guys would say. And eventually I did and they were right, I missed them. “Trust your bike!” they would say. And eventually I would. When I did hit the rocks my tires would roll over them and I didn’t crash like I thought I would. And eventually I rode without fear and bombed down the most amazing trails fast (well fast for me, I have yet to get bloody or catch any air under my wheels.)
A few weeks ago I ran into a girlfriend right at the bottom of the trailhead. She was heading up the hill for a hike and I slammed on my breaks and beamed at her. She looked at me and sort of cocked her head to one side and said “Susie, I have never seen you look this happy!” I didn’t even realize that I was grinning from ear to ear. Biking is fun. She was right. I was happy. My soul was free and I didn’t have a care in the world. I was a cyclist again. Not that I ever stopped being one; I was just a little rusty.