Dale E.
Yelp
Fat bikes, skinny bikes, tall bikes, small bikes, I'm calling all bikes! The first thing to do after walking through the door is to pick your jaw off the ground. The next thing to do is to make an excited "squee!" sound as giddily hop your way through rows and rows of bikes. I think I may have actually just found the first example of real life frolicking. How does one frolic? Stick a bicycle fan in Bow Cycle and find out.
With the main sales people, I've been very impressed in their ability to guide a glazed-eyed newb from the stages of "Umm, I'm looking for a bike..." through a two-wheeled cornucopia and land them at bike that suits them. Lucky for the guys at Bow, they've got a bit of inventory to work with. From camping out on the street in front of the old store back in highschool to buy a Bowness Bicycle Company Sideshow Bob, to all the part upgrades that I then destroyed with that monster, I've made a lot of purchases from here over the years. Some of the same guys have been kicking around for a long time and still seem passionate as ever to help you out. These guys really know their stuff!
My conversations with the soft goods, helmets and shoe staff have been a little less than inspiring. I've been out of the game for the while and am looking to get a new kit, but I barely recognize the gear anymore. I know I like burly free ride mountain descents and bike parks, but would also like to start dabbling in actually riding up the hill to get to them. Could you please point me toward a selection of products that might fit this bill? Really no dice... That's ok with me though, I know how to use google, and for the most part these are much smaller purchase decisions than a full-on bicycle. I'm glad to see them stocking the strongest sales talent where it matters most.
If you're stopping here for an inner tube or two for a ride, Bow Cycle can be a little daunting. It's kind of like stepping into one of those Mega-Wal-Marts, wondering where they keep that blue sticky tack stuff, as you navigate your way through a sea of Wal-Mart people passed canned beets section to the garden gnomes and slow cookers. HELP! Ok, step back here. Everything that happens at Bow Cycle is way, way cooler than this scenario (except maybe those spandex unitard things) but as you can see, I'm using a hyperbolic metaphor to help illustrate my point.