Bike Doctor

Here we are. Phew. So many people have come through our doors and helped us along the way. Helped us to grow, smile, crash, burn, argue, embrace... basically both given and helped us to swallow this bitter pill called life. We are infinitely grateful for an endless amount of said people. Some of them remain and hopefully feel that gratefulness. Some remain and surely don't, but it's there nonetheless. Our dear leader. The one who has spoken so disrespectfully of my and everyone's families... the one who prompted a sign in our window even though we recognize the futility of the other option; has brought to the surface the memory of the summer of Los Colombianos. For those of you who remember Alejandro and Carlos and the pure joy they spread to us, you should also remember John Ikon. You'd be lucky to if so, John is a real one and I'll be damned if Trump didn't prompt a message to rekindle a very special relationship brought to us by this bike shop. Our door may not always be unlocked but it is, as it has been, for now, always open. We thank all of you and the Universe itself for passing through the portal that is our front door.

I tell my co-workers at the airport that if we were in Mexico, music would be pumping, we'd all be singing along and whistling. Basically, "la vida es una fiesta que un dia termina." IFYKYK Well I didn't audit any airports but I did have a very non USA trip to the dentist. Mind you, not one of the dentists advertising to US customers ore even one catering to the gr**go crowd. One where you go in after hours because your niece is finishing her dental studies. You got the entire facility to yourself. It's me, Marlana, my niece Paulina and the dentist sent to me by by the Lord himself, Angel. After a few minutes of american country music, I asked if we could change the music. I appreciated the gesture though, gr**go from Montana I might have started there too. "What kind of music do you like?" "Reggaeton," I said. I spent the next three evenings in my own private dentist office trying not to dance while I was in the chair. My niece singing every word to every song that came on, dancing and having fun while sucking whatever was being grinded on or drilled out of my mouth. People were happy, kind and the best part: not greedy. Make America Mexico Again! Never forget that, cabrones!