REMEMBER?
… when you tossed that bike on the corner? You got a new one – that’s cool, but … Well, that bike wants to be ridden, wants to be someone’s freedom, their escape, part of a posse of friends ready for an adventure.
That’s where we come in.
… when you tossed that bike on the corner? You got a new one – that’s cool, but … Well, that bike wants to be ridden, wants to be someone’s freedom, their escape, part of a posse of friends ready for an adventure.
That’s where we come in.
But for us it’s easy because we’re funded privately from a retired billionaire who lives in a secret castle in the Swiss Alps — yeah, that would be nice.
Here’s the skinny, we need cash to get parts, cheap bikes from pawn shops, parts, gas for the shop pickup to live up to its purpose, did we mention parts, and most of all we need you to drop off that bit of history, as you bank roll the next horse. In English? Give us your old bike!
We’ve been doing this for years now, one bike at time. There’s me, my very understanding family, and a handful of whack-jobs that want to make someone smile with us.
Join our posse? Sure. But we’re committed like a tattoo and we don’t take that lightly.