"How does that look like?" was the question. It's Friday evening, on the pier at Newport Beach. They sit in the car, looking at the ocean, the laptop's light casts an eerie glow, the cursor is blinking...waiting...lingering. All is quiet, but their minds are racing. Then, as if shaken alive from a coma, Abe and Rowe start blurting out simultaneously, getting excited with each passing moment, nearly yelling in the car. People out for a leisurely stroll probably wondering whether a heated argument was ensuing..."
moto-inspired clothing, cafe racer style", "...no, not function but form", "eww fashionista, don't like that word", "you're not making any sense...", "ooh, how about ride the bikes to retail stores?", "is that profitable?", "instant camaraderie between riders", "expression through art", "...we need food to feed people", "share the gospel..."
Welcome to the world of
aHbe Racer: passionate, erratic, impeteous, zealous. Journey with us as we rev up the throttle, and shift into first gear. Channel our thoughts into a cohesive business. How that looks like, we do not know. We don't have a map, only God is our guide...but the wheels are spinning.
