Some nice folks came in and bought some gear today. They said they’d found a single business card lying in a lonely parking lot in Chilliwack a while back, and that’s how they’d found out about the store. I’d never thought about that method of advertising, honestly.  Now I wonder.

Hullo, claustrophobic lady who was looking for a hybrid (full face where all the chin stuff and visor can be shoved up temporarily so you can kiss your honey or talk to a cop or eat ice cream), I now have one in silver, size medium.

Thanks to good friend and part-time store-minder River Tucker for giving me a hand yesterday to re-organize the store to fit in the new rack for the new stuff coming in!  Drop in and tell me what you think.

Running a store catering to motorcycle riders is like running a whorehouse — a fair percentage of the time you can hear your customers coming.