An Open Letter to Leonard F. Kurp, owner of the bike shop Velo Pacific
It’s really hard for me to understand how I always end up in some weird, shitty bad tasting, disturbing situation like this one, I had to walk out and close the door behind me. I choose my life to be a bike mechanic to be away from “The Game” playing, people using imposters like you are, Leonard.
in·sub·or·di·nate/ˌinsəˈbôrd(ə)nət/ Not submitting to authority; disobedient; rebellious; mutinous.
The actual actions, those which pushed me out into the open dialog are a simple effect by to many wrong gone actions against me. Now I’m taking my voice back in a situation I was told I wouldn’t have anything to say since there would be only one boss or otherwise. I write this letter to make sure that I’m not associated by anything how the shop operates, Leonard.
And there’s a saying out there, If 10 people are sitting on the table and 1 is a bad guy, a racist, a shyster, a imposter or in other cases even worse, then there are 10 bad guys. That’s why I left Velo Pacific, because in the end I couldn’t stand behind anything that was from matter for the shop.
I mean fair enough the world is wrong, bosses are in general assholes and or mentally disturbed, any worker has to deal with, no questions asked. All rights are getting stripped away and besides the world falls into a darkness of corruption, lies and fraudulent promises are told for manipulative purposes. But is it any excuse to bring it to the next level of a depraved society? Become part of something our world never believed in, we all get pushed in. The mean battle field of “The Game” the survival of the fittest. To work against each other, taking support and help for granted and play the community for their own profit, exploit workers and through them in the ditch. That’s the world we are responsible for if we just watch and let it all happen and don’t stand up to our means, our rights and the freedom we all deserve through the first Amendment, and I’m not talking about the sallow water meaning that anybody has the right to say anything, to find excuses for their wrong actions and lies, that’s simple a misinterpretation . Freedom has been always for the people, and to have the right for the wrong doing in our world. Anyway, that’s going into another story we can save for next time.
Back to you Leonard; First let’s start at the end, where I’ve been struggling as a man not just to knock out your teeth, Leonard. After I told you several times that I quit, I gave you once my two days notice after another episode of yours and you told me again one of your lying promises and that you would need me, etc. Anyway, Back in January I had a cold, due to riding my bike in the rain to work and being a whole day in a freezing work environment with wet cloth, at the beginning of the Covid-19 Global Pandemic, I took two days of and started up working when I actually should have stayed in bed, which did lead to another couple of days at home. Back to work, at the beginning of the Pandemic. Still being sick made me paranoid, not because I was only concerned about myself but I didn’t feel well being around people, while the whole world was at shut down, THE WHOLE WORLD! But you Leonard, You didn’t care at all. Not about me, not about others. You just cared about yourself and your money. You have been freaking out, you made no measurements or whatsoever to secure our safety and to deal with a save environment through this pandemic. You just had another episode about your insecurity, running through the shop like a chicken with no head. And then you had the audacity, to yell at me, that I need to be in a better mood and that you can’t stand it anymore that I’m just alright? just alright? While you pushed me further and further down, to sit enthrone over my life? And tell your friends, that I’m finally getting in a better mood, after I told you that I feel a little better today? Like I was in a shitty mood, no dumb-ass I was sick I had a cold and I shouldn’t have been there to begin with, I felt really misplaced to work with a cold in a global unprecedented pandemic. I was working for a couple of weeks sick, to calm you down to help you out, but with no support from you then being a Prima Donna, with no leadership to keep the business save. and dissing on me, instead of being professional for once, or just let me do my work. Fuck No, Leonard! You’re sitting on nobodies throne, you take it all for granted and talk shit about those who actually have been there for you when you’re depressed, or freaked out. And I’m not just talking about me, but You name them, all who come into your shop and check on you and support you, your friends, the same you talk shit about me. And you all guys should know it, because if I hear one more time that Leonard talks shit about me and uses me as the fall guy or anybody else, I might lose it. That’s why I write the letter, so you know what’s up and make up your own mind.
Back to the actual last incident; So I juggling three jobs at the same time. Talking to customers selling bikes making special orders and service and build high end bikes, or change a beach cruisers flat, fair enough I had some help, since finally we got some help with the overwhelming amount on sold bikes and service bikes through the pandemic. A sales guy who likes to wrench on bikes was building our bikes, with some help who had a bit of an idea to absolute no idea about bicycles. Anyway, I told Leonard that I wanted to check the bikes before they are leaving the door out of the shop, of course I got yelled at, like I had no idea what I’m talking about. Fair enough the customer comes back with a broken rear derailleur, the thing that switches gears on the back, a broken chain and not sure about the wheel. So I yell out to Len, I told you so, I should check the bikes after they leave the shop. So Len gets his inferiority complex and yells aggressive and angry, What did you just say? I walked over to him and his bike, the bike is between us, he takes his mask of, his cold source shows and he put his shoulders up and his chest out, trying to intimidate me, what did you just say? I told you so, I replied, give me the bike before you give it to any customer and before it leaves the the shop, that simple, what part don’t you get about it? I just thought I ain’t gonna waste my skills and talent and be threatened by you again. Especial in this time, and ironic enough bike shops should be grateful because people wanna go out and ride their bikes at the moment and not turn your workshop and bike environment into a total misery, because the “Boss” makes some dollars now and is untouchable. Back to the story, I snapped the bike of his hands, throw it on the stand said probably a hundred times in a second fucking idiot. packed my shit, told the new guy it’s not his fault, said the F word another hundred times told his Friend Brad, Maybe you can explain it how to work with your employees instead against them. I walked out told Leonard to go and F himself and that he still has to pay me and never walked back.
Well Leonard, I know you think you’ve all the cards in your hand, but ain’t the same as you think, things change and i always protected my freedom. You can be butt hurt and file a law suite against this letter, then I’ll see you in court. 2nd you can threaten me, wouldn’t be the first time, but I can arrange a fight just you and me in a ring. Or third you apologize to your friends for all the bull shit you fabricate in the bike scene and to me that you pretty much went physically against me and used me as your fall guy and stop disgracing me and my work. 4th just do nothing, but everybody knows who you are and that I have nothing in the slightest possible way anything to do with you and your business. Either way is fine, but I’m not some patsy that can be pushed around or misplaced.
Jack Road