Our actions set things in motion.

From the moment my dad let go of my handlebars and yelled, “Keep Peddling”, I’ve never once looked back.  Biking was my first true sense of freedom and from it I learned what was important to me–individuality, passion, and adventure! I kept the old chain from my first bike because it meant all of those things to me…how could I possibly throw away all those miles of memories!

During one of the worse economic times of my life (and our country), I came across my rusty old bike chain along with my grandfather’s leather making tools. Memories of the simple joy of riding a wheelie on my Schwinn and watching my grandfather tinker in the garage filled my mind with hope. Next, I made a belt out of an old inner tube and a buckle out of the bicycle chain and the rest is history.