🛠️ Built From the Bolt Up Straight From Rebel’s Journal The hum of the grinder is the closest thing I’ve ever heard to prayer. Sparks fly like tiny, furious stars, and I can’t help but think, this is what starting over really sounds like. Not quiet. Not graceful. It’s noise and heat and the stubborn decision to make something out of all the busted-up pieces. People talk about rebuilding like it’s some tidy thing, a little reflection, a little healing, and suddenly you’re polished chrome again. But anyone who’s ever built a bike from scratch knows you start with