Maybe even more important is the fact that these garages provide an environment where the up-and-coming generation of riders likes to hang out. The majority of the people coming through Lucky Wheels’ doors while we were there were under 30. I see the appeal. Lucky Wheels is funky and eclectic, a direct reflection of its owners. While lifts and tools call downstairs home, in the space above the garage there’s a pool table, an iron arm wrestling table outfitted with a motorcycle handlebar, and banjos and guitars strung on the wall. And even though they’re living the West Coast lifestyle now, there’ll always be a little Texas in the boys’ hearts, evidenced by Waylon and Willie’s “Mama Don’t Let Your Babies Grow up to be Cowboys” playing over the loudspeaker and the cornhole board cut out in the shape of Texas and painted like the state flag sitting by the pool table.