THANK YOUIN NO PARTICULAR ORDER, BFO MOTORCYCLES MAY NEVER HAVE HAPPENED WITHOUT THE HELP OF THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE OVER THE LAST FOUR YEARS.
The mate who was happy to turn up at any hour of the day and put his mind to any engineering problem and usually solve it. He even got his family involved.
The machine shop owner, who churned out all the prototype parts at a ridiculously low price when he really didn't need to.
The staff at the machine shop who made all the parts long into the night, and who did things like write programs for us when we didn't have the software to do it.
The manager at a large well known automotive company who turned a blind eye to the setting up of the first fixture in his workshops.
The chap who produces our carbon fibre parts, who worked almost as long into the night as we did to ensure there were parts when they were required.
The mate who sold the first bike for us.
The namesake, who showed me an awful lot of things about machining.
The first internationally renowned stylist who produced the original artist's impression of the switch:BLADE.
The second internationally renowned stylist who didn't laugh and put the phone down when asked if he would like to be involved.
The mate who helped build the very first prototype switch:BLADE frame. And the second.
The mate who gave me all his old bike magazines when we are at college together, and let me borrow his tools to fix up my first proper bike after I crashed it. He started it all.
The mechanic who was the first person to ever ring BFO Motorcycles, who introduced me to the people who now do the welding, and who helped us out in a big way before a particularly important show.
The welder who helped us get the first show frame together.
The workshop manager who helped us get the second show frame together and who now ensures that all the production frame and swinging arms run smoothly through the workshops.
The magazine editor, who gives us more coverage than we probably deserve.
The mate and machine shop owner who did parts for us, lent us tools, and offered us advice. All he ever got in return was his car smashed up by an anonymous hit and run driver when helping us set up at a show. Thanks, and sorry.
The polisher who polished through the night for us, and still tells everybody it was our fault.
The various managers and chief engineers at a large well known automotive company who let me come and go as I pleased whilst pretending to design cars for them when things were beginning to take off.
The pattern maker who made all the carbon fibre reality.
The painter who made the first production bike look pretty.
The chap who bends the tubes for the frame and swinging arms who has consistently undercharged us in order to help a new business.
The people I have undoubtedly forgotten who should contact me and remind me.
The family who are first in this unordered list. |
