Bike Maker spent thirty years building bicycles and watching kids clothespin cards into the spokes and ride them straight into the fucking pavement. Those were the only honest cards in the hobby—shredded, creased, tire-fucked into oblivion. Meanwhile the industry was out here sticking diamonds on cards that were already perfectly fine.
So he quit the bikes, kept the clothespins, and opened a company that grades cards somebody else already graded. With turds.
First submission: 1987 Topps common, fresh tread marks across the face, smelled like a driveway. Two kernels. Sticker applied crooked as shit, then taped down so it stays crooked forever. $149, cash, no receipt. The customer never spoke to him again. Bike took that as proof the system works.
DUMBA GRADING