New Shop Location

So just a little FYI, the shop I've been working at, Carolina Triathlon, just moved about 1/2 mile further down Main St. here in lovely Greenville, SC. How does this affect me....mmmmm not that much. Actually now I have to take two more turns in order to complete my 1.5 mile commute each morning, I'm a little bitter. Here's a few shots after just two weeks of occupancy....slowly but surely we are making it home. Soon we will be able to really enjoy being literally across the street from the "little Fenway", home to the Red Sox organizations AA team...it's going to be great. If you take a look at the pic on the right you can see there is a loft over the shop...currently empty. The city just approved our "structure" so now the stairs go in which will give access to 400sq ft of storage as well as a fit area and "the BOSS'S" office. Hopefully they get this project done sooner than later, the space is already beginning to feel cramped with boxes.
As it sits now there are over 200 bikes on the floor and space for more...that's a lot of bikes under one roof. Specialized, Look and Cervelo with approx. 80% being Specialized. This crusty old fellow is Mark K...aka "Grumpy. Hands down the best mechanic in town as well as George H. personal mechanic...doesn't hurt having him on staff, if you can stand his jokes. I have to admit it's pretty cool to have some big name cyclist stroll in the shop...even if it is just for Mark to tweak their bikes The next few photos are some of "Yogi's" artwork...as I've been so affectiontly named. I will say the door handle was a team effort by "Mini Me"...aka Brian M. (There you go Goose, there's your props.) And I can't leave out my boy Kevin S. for sending me the pic of the Cannondale staff bathroom where I got the paper towel holder idea, pretty cool. In case your wondering, No, we didn't just cut up a random S-Works Transition frame...some lady ran it into her garage while it was on top of her car...now it's destined to a life of art. There you go, a little window into my daily life...the place that claims more of my time/money than my wife gets. So much so that I feel the need to make it my own.