Our actions set things in motion.

From the moment my dad let go of my handlebars and yelled, “Keep Pedaling!”, it was my first true taste of freedom and from it I learned what was important to me–individuality, passion, and adventure!

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. I made a belt out of an old bicycle inner tube and a buckle out of the bicycle chain and tin can lid…8 years later, I’m still living my dream of peddling my handmade bicycle inspired products.