Many of you know Associate Editor Pete Peterson from his witty stories and clever product captions in Dirt Rider, but have you ever wondered what his office looks like? Follow me as I take you on an exclusive tour of PP’s bat cave of journalism….
This is Pete’s desk. Is it what you expected? If you were expecting day-old coffee cups and balled up napkins, then this should be right on target. Here, Executive Editor Jesse Ziegler talks on Pete’s phone and gets some quotes—no doubt from Bob Hannah, Marty Smith or one of PP’s legendary old-school MX buddies. The contents of the desktop are both varied and confusing. Seriously, who really needs TWO inflatable chest protector pumps?
On the corner of the desk we see a set of grips, a Dirt Bike magazine, some power/ distance golf balls in a tattered cardboard box that looks like it’s been in someone’s pocket all day, and another old cup of coffee. Believe it or not, our buddy Pete drinks up to two pots of the devil’s nectar each day, and much of his best work has sprouted from caffeine-induced power hours. Who knew?
This is the top drawer of Pete’s desk. As you can see, the man loves pennies—clearly a sign of good luck, as evidence by his lack of hard crashes (which may also be attributed to the fact that Pete rides with more caution than a 9.5 month pregnant woman). Behind the pennies, we see some deodorant—gotta stay fresh for the ladies— and a random array of supplements, mints and empty little boxes. Clean this drawer out, Pete!
In the next drawer, we find more pills than a pharmacy, as well as a hand exerciser and numerous pieces of paper that I didn’t dare dig through. But what’s with all the fish oil and vitamins? The only explanation I can think of is that because Pete knows pro trainer Aldon Baker, he’s clued in to some sweet fitness tips that the rest of us don’t know about. Heck, I’ll bet that if you were to peek inside of James Stewart’s desk, you might find a similar assortment of goodies! As for the hand exerciser, I won’t even go there…
Here, we find a pocketknife and a list with a bunch of scribbles on it. Numerous times, I’ve wronged Pete and been told that I’m on “the list”. Could this be the infamous list? And if so, what happens when you get crossed off “the list”? Given the sharp nature of the knife, I was momentarily worried that I was next. That was, until I saw that Pete still has to call Pirelli to get tires for Ricky Yorks. That should take him a while…
Pete’s keyboard is so disgusting I couldn’t even take the picture. Seriously, Jesse Ziegler took this photo and I still want to throw up a little bit when I look at it. Pete is a pretty fast typist, so you’d think he’d have five minutes to clean his keyboard off every one in a while. I’m aghast, Peterson. Simply aghast.
Perhaps the one redeeming quality of Pete’s office is his office-mate, the illustrious Karel Kramer. Keep an eye on www.dirtrider.com for an upcoming view inside the depths of Karel Kramer’s corner of the office. But first, stay tuned for the blog that Pete will undoubtedly post about my disgusting office in retaliation for this!