something about the battered old bicycle at the garage sale caught ten-year-old Justin Lebo's eye. it was a WMX bike with a twenty-inch frame. its original color was buried beneath five or six coats gunky paint. Everything the grips the pedals, the breaks,the seat the spokes-was bent or broken.
Justin talked the owner down to $6.50 and asked his mother,Diane,to help load the bike into the black of their car. Justin showed it to his father when he got home,Justin and his father cleared out a work space in the garage and put the old junker up on a rack.
They began to poured alcohol on the frame and rubbed untill the old paint began to yield ,layer by layer. They replaced the broken pedal,tightened a new seat,and restored the grips. in about a weak,it looked brand new.
Justin wondered that he should do with them,He remembered that when he was young,he used to live near a large brick building call ''the Killbarchan Home for boy'',they thought that how could all those kids deciged who got the bikes?
When he got home, Justin called Kilbarchan to find out how many boy lived there. Then,he began to make nineteen bikes per week to donate the bikes for them. After that,he made more and more until sixty to eighty bikes for them, because,it made me feel good just to see them happy,he said. Justin knew his best chance to build bikes was almost the way General Motors or Ford builds car.