If you don't know where something is, just ask this NoPo trivia record holder. Responsible for purchasing, Eva keeps her diplomatic and wrenching skills honed to step in at a moment's notice to make everything better. She enjoys late-night bocce, manhattans, and opera. Eva was transplanted via Walla Walla from upstate New York, and joined Clever Cycles as a mechanic in 2010, then as an owner in 2014 after she was promised fame and fortune.
Dean has been with Clever Cycles since the beginning. As a founding member he can share the trials, tribulations and absolute joy that comes with growing a business. Dean is our guru of dollars and sense. On the weekends he's been known to play guitar, drink Maker's Mark, and stay up way past your bedtime. He mostly rides a Clever-ized Surly Cross Check, but keeps a few other bikes up his sleeve.
Todd is curator of products from around the globe, lighting director, and he's been writing the Clever Cycles blog, mostly, since before there was a Clever Cycles. Todd loves making fit tweaks to help people become more comfortable and effective on their bikes, and also seeing babies come back from their first rides on their parents' bikes. He's done happily without a car through his adult life, even into graybeard parenthood, riding longtails and Bromptons since 2001. Todd has read a lot of books, and even typeset a few, but never foresaw the persistence of paper, nor of phones since email made them obsolete in about 1993. Oh, and back in 2007 he co-founded Clever Cycles.
Jeremy may have been born with a wrench in one hand and a hammer in the other. He could fix your bike, your car, your camera, and then catch a trout for dinner. He isn't afraid of getting hurt and says brakes just slow you down. If you ask him how many bikes he owns, he's likely to change the subject. Of course, we know the ideal number is n+1.
Tim is a relative newcomer to Clever Cycles, but not to Oregon. He has lived and worked in California, New York, Georgia and Minnesota, but could not resist Portland's siren song. Partly the food, partly the killer free piles, but mostly the incredible gas station beer selection. The owner of only two bikes, we say incredible willpower, he says incredible indecision. When he's not at the shop, he's probably in sweatpants, facing the beer cooler at the Shell station, plagued by the tyranny of choice.
Justin was raised by wolves in the wilds of Siberia. He is our go to energy source of awesomeness. Along with all of the awesome, Justin enjoys tea, cookies, and exhausting bike rides. Someday he hopes to open a Mexican restaurant with a burrito that puts everyone else to shame. It will, of course, have lots of bike parking. We're looking forward to it.
Anna came to us by way of Oklahoma, a place many of us have only flown over (it's the one that looks like a frying pan). If you purchased a Brompton in Norman, OK, then she probably sold it to you. She rocks Campy components on an original Georgina Terry bicycle with blinding silver bar tape. Rumor has it, she was a backup dancer in an MC Hammer music video. She knows chickens, bikes and the healing power of laughter.
Nina's arch nemesis is the nutria, but we were told not to ask too many questions. Her ideal weekend starts with crepes and coffee and finishes with world peace. When Nina isn't fixing our internet woes, then she's either photographing Arlene Schnitzer or baking tiramisu cupcakes. Also, she rides a Bianchi Eros--all the bike she needs.
Thom says that if he could be any animal, it would be a Sitka Spruce. When challenged that trees are not animals, he cites the famous "Octopus tree" at Cape Meares. If cephalopods are more intelligent than many vertebrates, could not ancient trees host souls at least as quick as those of animals? But why, Thom? Why does Thom want to be a tree? Because he's afraid of them, is why. We fear most what we are destined to become. Thom wants a sky burial upon his demise: to be laid in a canoe, hoisted high into a Sitka Spruce, scattering to the four directions in the maw of birds as if flung from the wild branches, spinning like a spoked wheel in the wind. Thom makes wheels strong, swift, and true: tick tick tick tick tick tick!