One snowy day on her way to work, Lizzie pulled up to a pick-up truck full of junk - a fairly frequent site on Grand Rapids' West Side. As a casual antiquer and a curious cat, she began examining the contents: a broken grill, up-side-down lawn mower, a rake, and then - ohmygod- a deer? Could that be a deer?!? Inching closer to the truck, heart breaking for this poor buck among ruins, she took a deep breath - her not-yet-caffeinated-eyes had fooled her: it was simply a rusted bike emerging from the pile.
And so began, Bike Antlers.