Built to Murder is possibly the greatest Facebook group you’ve never heard of.
Built to Murder is a counterblast to the hackneyed pigeon holes that are the retro car and biker scenes. Built to Murder is a family united by a blurred identity. We do not care for hipsters, scenesters or camber crazy show queens. Other than the petrol that surges through our veins, the one thing that unites us is our journey.
Built to Murder doesn’t want to sell you hoodies and window stickers. We are not a tribe. We don’t fit the mould. It’s the kid who sat in class, staring out if the window, dreaming of going fast in something self built.
Built to Murder is the kid who lost skin on a concrete skatepark and still wears the scar today.
Built to Murder is the kid who pimped his Mongoose and drank Thunderbird wine before his Dad made him get a job. It’s the guy who ragged his Yamaha Fizzy to and from his apprenticeship, saving every penny until he could afford that Cavalier or Orion.
Built to Murder remembers pull out stereos and Purple Ohms on a Saturday night.
We are the guys who stuffed our Golf GTI within a week because our talent was outflanked by our ambition.
We are the guys who rebuilt the bones into a Jetta because that was all we could afford.
Built to Murder are the guys who roared passed you on one wheel on whatever death trap we had cobbled together at the time. We are the guys who dug that bike from the back of the garage twenty years later and turned it into our dream bobber.
Built to Murder celebrates the history that gave us the skills to build motorbikes in kitchens and hotrods in cramped council lock ups.
Built to Murder is not the lad sitting in his financed Fiesta ST at the car meet, popping and banging with his antilag, surrounded by a group of mindless zombies, staring and pointing their phones at his exhaust.
Come and join us, come one, come all.
Click here to begin your journey with us, you’re home my friend: BuiltToMurder