Stillwater was the kind of place where paths crossed more often than people realized, and for us, fate had been weaving its web long before we ever noticed.

We were both students at Oklahoma State University, caught up in the whirlwind of classes and weekend adventures. Unbeknownst to either of us, we had already shared more moments than we thought—riding through town in the same group of motorcycle enthusiasts. We had unknowingly stopped side by side at stoplights and ridden the same roads. As if that wasn't enough, we were also neighbors! One day Alex walked up to me and said "Hi, I'm Alex and I'm your neighbor". We shook hands, a simple gesture that somehow carried more weight than either of us realized at the time.

From that moment on, everything just fit. What started as small conversations outside our doors turned into long nights talking about everything and nothing. What had once been separate lives slowly wove together—adventures, rides, memories, and laughter blending into something that neither of us had seen coming but somehow felt inevitable.

And just like that, the rest was history.