Get to know James…
In your words, what do you do here?
Well, I thought you would never ask. When I walk into work, I stand tall and pretty much wait for people to ask me to reach stuff. Beyond that, I do exactly what would be expected of me: Anything the boss says, anything Leigh says, and most things the other guys say. We mostly talk about scooters so there you have it.
How did you get suckered into working here?
I distinctly remember applying to NS4L in the dog days of summer. July something. I had taken the application, went out to my car, and rushed to fill it out. It was like 2 or 3 in the afternoon and at least 95 degrees, no clouds in the sky. I have no A/C so I sweated bullets all over my application; dark stained my white collar shirt; and went back inside, looking like I’d taken a jog around the block. Fast forward several weeks after that, I received a call and I went in for an interview. I was taken into a dimly lit room, like a scene from the Godfather, and sat next to a guy that looked like a body guard. Across the desk the a chair slowly rose from a square hole in the floor and I met The Don. We exchanged courtesies and contact information and sure enough, I was hired. Happily ever after. (The driving force which brought me to the NS4L world on that hot summer day was primarily that of desperate unemployment and poverty.)
What is your favorite NS4L memory?
Only Bryce and Brian would get this one, but I’d say the days of disassembling scooters in the warehouse. It was a marathon of laborious days–cussing and kicking scooters apart in order to meet a deadline. Basically we needed to clear out the warehouse for the new year and we had little time to do it. So we would show up early, swing hammers at stuff, ALWAYS eat at Macdonald’s for lunch and completely part out EVERYTHING on a scooter. It was a great learning experience, as well as a superb workshop for anger/stress relief.
How would you describe NS4L’s culture?
I don’t know. Dakota doesn’t have a mohawk anymore. Karlyle’s [retired intern] in France. We’re like Whitman’s Sampler chocolate. Different but from the same box.
What is the strangest thing that can be found in your toolbox?
A picture of me standing in front of my toolbox, looking at a picture of me holding a picture of me, standing in front of my toolbox, holding a picture of me, and looking at a picture of me standing in front of a toolbox, looking at a picture of me, holding a picture of me, looking into a toolbox and holding a picture of me.
If you could be a part of a scooter sandwich (3 people on 1 scoot, which is obviously not recommended), would you be in the front, middle, or back?
I’ve got an 81″ reach. I could ride caboose and still be able to steer them fools to go get ice cream. So it wouldn’t matter to me where I sat. I’d be driving.
What inspires you?
People like Howie Mandel who clearly hear the world saying to them: “Quit what you’re doing! You are not the man for the job! Why are you still on television? You were funnier with a jerry curl!” and yet, he still keeps doing it. Just so I’m clear: I’m not inspired by Howie Mandel specifically, he was just an example, but people LIKE him. Why? Because people like that have a pair of steel. Furthermore, nature. Because it’s pleasant.
If you were going to catfish someone online, how would you describe yourself to the person you are catfishing?
I had to ask about the definition of the verb “to catfish”. I felt no difference in life after knowing this word, but the next time I actually catch a catfish in the backyard pond, I’ll probably make a joke about it.
So let’s get weird. I’m nasty. I love chocolate and I can touch my heels with any finger I want to. I also like to run and I’m in great shape but I hate walking. Let’s meet soon.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
A train conductor. Because I’d never do that. But if I did, I’d be proud of myself for taking my life in a new direction.