So around 2am the other evening everyone left me alone at the shop. We had been building a trick trike and working on the "HOLY ROLLER" try'n to get everything ready for Rodtoberfest on Oct 19. I knew I should have just locked the door followed them out, but I wanted to stick around and clean up some more. In my defense they all knew better than to leave me alone. Of course it all starts with a vision. "I like vintage drag racing and I like bikes. I need a bike that reminds me of drag racing!" I said to myself as I noticed my Schwinn sitting in the corner.