General Services & Custom Work – We Do the Dirty Jobs Other Shops Run From Screaming.
Exhaust that rattles windows three blocks away? Welded. Heads-up brake lines that actually stop a 900-lb missile? Done. Audio so loud your teeth buzz and the cops show up before you hit third gear? Wired. Wrecked bike the insurance company already wrote off? We’ll make it look virgin and run like Satan on a bender. Crash repairs, frame straightening, paint, powdercoat, insurance bullshit—we eat that garbage alive.
Half-finished “project” some clown abandoned? Drag the carcass in. We’ll finish it, fix it, and make it faster than the lies that sold it to you.
Other shops see a bent frame or a blown motor and start praying. We see Tuesday.
Why you’ll keep coming back:
- We hammer wrenches faster than most shops answer the phone
- We ride every goddamn thing we touch—if it’s wrong, we eat the mistake before you do
- One quote. One price. No “shop supplies” fairy dust or four-page ass-reaming at pickup
Roll in with a broke-dick stocker, a totaled wreck, or some nightmare another shop quit on. Roll out with a snarling, fire-spitting weapon that makes grown men cross the street.
Lifts are hot. Coffee’s black. Door’s wide open. Bring the mess or stay home with the rest of the posers.
TMF – We don’t fix bikes. We resurrect killers.