You wanna know what the best part of running this little business is?
I'll give you a hint:
It's people. We get to do cool shit for cool people.
Recently, we had the opportunity to do something special, to make someone's day. Honestly? It was the highlight of the season for us.
Let me tell you about a pretty awesome couple of peoples. It's warm and fuzzy time.
We got an email that opened up a big fizzy can of wicked one day. Lady named Charlaine wanted to do a little something for her Husband Adrian.
You see, Adrian had a bit of a rough day. He was riding his Vulcan 1500, and he had a bit of a disagreement with a deer. By the time their little tete-a-tete was over, Adrian had blacked out with a busted collarbone and a busted bike. Fortunately, passersby were there to help, and he'd chosen the home of a nurse to take his nap in front of. Unfortunately, his ride was now less than roadworthy.
Now you might be thinking he's having some pretty shitty luck, but you'd be wrong, Kemosabe. You see, Adrian's got himself a secret weapon. He's got one of those mythical women that you hear about over beers, or on random bike site blog posts. The Urban Legend type, right up there with Bigfoot. Yeah, Charlaine is that wife.
You see, young Charlaine is looking at her Hubby, sitting there all busted up, (looking at his busted bike, scouring Ebay, trying to find parts for less than the cost of a kidney) and she says, "Screw that noise".
That's where we came in. Unobtanium is what we do, and we know all about working within a budget.
So here we've got a guy who's managed to walk away from a pretty hairy close call, and his biggest worry is getting his ride back on the road, ASAP. Love him already.
We've got a pretty wicked lady that's decided to take matters into her own hands and put a smile back on his face. Love her too.
Throw in the fact that they've got an Anniversary coming up, and it's time to strap on the scrounging hat. This town needs a headlight. And a signal light, and a... you get the idea.
Over the next few weeks Charlaine helped us to put together a pretty bitchin' assortment of swag for Mr. Fortunate. Not just the bits to make the bike legal, but new grips, windscreen and a sissybar, (although it turns out the sissybar was more for her, lol). All the while stalling her hubby, and getting their friends in on the act, to be able to surprise the dude.
So here he sits, 8 P.M. in the evening, on the Friday of the last long weekend of the season and, as far as poor Adrian knows, his headlight hasn't come in yet, so there won't be any riding for him. His Whoville is a dark and stormy place.
What he doesn't know is that his wife has been working with us, everything is in, (Lucky guy had absolutely no idea about all of the other goodies) and, while he sits all sad-clown on the couch, Mr. & Ms. Evil Overlord are already on the road, headed his way.
Bang Bang on the door Baby, and here's the biker version of Christmas for ya. Compliments of his kick-ass wife and Killman Customs!
don't know who had the biggest shit-eating grin, Adrian, the lovely and talented Charlaine, or us. Might've been a Four-way tie.
Let me tell ya, being a part of a special moment like that is a pretty awesome experience. They were kind enough to invite us to stick around, have a Bud, and share the happy for a bit. Made us feel right welcome. The trip home that night was all giggles. Ms. Evil Overlord and I were pretty much the poster kids for perma-grin.
If you want to see pretty much the smilingest couple in the world, head on over to the Show & Shine page, they're front and centre. Anytime I want a boost lately, I check out Adrian's grinning mug, (totally platonic Buddy) he's even wearing the T Shirt we gave him. Which I think is pretty damn awesome :)
So, World, we'll make you a deal. You all keep on being groovy to each other, and we'll keep on playing Miracle Max for ya.