RIP BSY

It was a long run. 

There have been good times, and not so good times.  But through it all, there has been family.
And loyalty.
  And hard work.
And family.

We announced, formally, on February 1, that Beach Sportcycles, Inc. is no more. 

Wow - surprisingly I just teared up writing that sentence.  Surprisingly, because it's been some tough times lately, and it's a little bit, a relief that it's over.
 But last night I was looking at old photos and there were about a gazillion of the boys and their cousins - whooping it up on their summer vacations at "the shop". 

Oh, my goodness!  They are so LITTLE!

The shop has provided for my family in many more ways than financially.  It was so much more than a job.  It was an institution. 

It started as little more than an idea.  It grew to a dream, then a little shop in Melbourne.  And then to an even bigger shop 30 miles away in Cocoa.  When it began, it was Tim and George.  Alone in a little building.  It became the Number 1 YZ Dealer in the entire South Eastern United States.  An accomplishment to be proud of.  But more importantly, it became the number one place for people who loved bikes to come and hang out.  To learn more about bikes and riding and racing.  It was where friendships were formed, where people were so much more than customers. 

I've been reading some of the comments and tributes on the Facebook page. 

There were years and years (and years and years) of going to races, of putting on races, of racing in races, of supporting others in races...  There were races including everything from go-carts to 3-wheelers to dirt bikes to pit bikes to pocket bikes. 

Through it all, there was loyalty.  Word in the pits was, if you needed a part, whether you were a team rider, a privateer, or just a guy with a bike, Tim could set you up.  If you needed help, Scott was your guy. If they didn't have what you needed, Rod was back in Cocoa holding down the fort and he would get it to you.   Didn't matter who you were, what you rode, you could always go to the big blue Yamaha truck and somebody from BSY would take care of it.

There was chili.  There were laughs.  There were often "stars" hanging around.  There were always kids.  But through it all, you didn't, really, you didn't, take on a Buffaloe.  Cuz there was never just one.  And beware the little, sweet, innocent looking lady.  She was the toughest of all of 'em!

It's been a long run.

It's been a good run.

We will miss it.