Three chrome addicted BMX disasters held together by bad decisions, old parts, gas station hot dogs, and just enough mechanical knowledge to remain legally operational.
Neighborhood BMX legend. Still talks about races from 1997 like ESPN is covering them live. Knees are questionable. Confidence is not.
Can smell loose bearings from 40 feet away. Would trade his own lawnmower for a rare midschool stem. Will stop an emergency situation for hot dogs.
Human disaster. Tool borrower. Questionable decision maker. May or may not still owe somebody handlebars from 2003.
If the lights flicker... the bikes are talking again.
Do not feed Joey after midnight. Do not trust Pete near anodized parts. And if Tom says he almost got sponsored... just nod politely.