At Latini’s we felt that a new standard for bicycle repair was needed. Throwing bikes in the stands and cranking them out may work for some. For others, a little more is desired. More time. More quality. More care. More devotion.
At Latini's we return the favor to our dearest companions.
On a coffee table in what seemed like the smallest house in Minnesota was a pink Italian newspaper called La Gazzetta Dello Sport. It belonged to my great grandmother, a tiny but strong Italian woman that preferred her native tongue and traditional ways. I was in the second grade, but the feeling from that paper struck me and my fascination with the bike began to grow quickly.
The more I surrounded myself in cycling, the more interested I became in how things meshed. It was as though rider and machine were intertwined as one. The bike was a world within itself, an art.
In 1999 at the age of 14, I was offered my first job at a large bike shop in North Texas. I found I had a knack for wrenching and a tough work ethic. Little did I know that years later I would be working for myself, doing what I love in a way that I could be proud of.
I was fortunate to have many good people that appreciated my work, and I wanted to give them more. My dream slowly became a reality, and everything fell into place at the right time. The seed my great grandmother planted years ago was growing, and to show my appreciation, I dedicated the shop in her name, “Latini’s”.
