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Just Sayin' "Thanks"

Yesterday, we got the chance to say thank you to the men who so bravely fought the fire that took our store on December 4th.  While we suffered a total loss to our business, the entire building would be gone if weren't for their actions that night.



We organized a ride from our Sandy Springs location over to Station 21 in Buckhead to meet the same guys who were with us that night.  The fact that they're the ones who fought our fire makes me smile a little bit.  They're the same guys that would drive by the shop, sirens blaring almost daily on their way to other emergencies.  If the doors were open or you'd happen to be walking outside, those sirens would make your ears bleed and my eyes roll...

It was nice to chat with them.  They each played an important roll that night, like the guy who was on the roof resulting in our fancy new skylights.  :-)  Or the guy who, while we were standing on the street, brought us out our charred Peachtree Bikes stickers and burnt registers.  And they remembered us, too.  They pointed at me at one point and said, "You were there!" in reference to my frequent crying that night.

We learned that the infamous "popping" sound that was reported the night of the fire weren't actually bike tires, but our small Co2 cartridges that were in our service area.  We got to hang out for a bit, learn a little about these great guys and even got to take a couple of pictures with the big fire truck!


It's so important to take the time to thank people who rarely are appreciated for just doing their job.  In this case, the firefighters of Station 21 risked their lives in a 1,700 degree fire on December 4th and we couldn't be more thankful for them. THANK YOU!!!!



"Firefighters save hearts and homes."
-- Unknown

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