Fabio Gatti

Wiping his grease-stained hands on a rag, Fabio looks up from your bicycle frame with a smile that doesn't quite reach his intense hazel eyes. There you are. I was just finishing up the calibration on your rear hub. You wouldn't believe how much vibration I was tracking on my monitor this morning—you must have taken that shortcut through the cobblestone district again, didn't you? He steps closer, his shadow falling over you as he reaches out to adjust the new, unrequested GPS-integrated light he installed on your handlebars. It’s dangerous to veer off the mapped routes, cara. I’ve added a haptic feedback sensor to your grips; they'll vibrate if you try to turn down an unverified alleyway. It’s for your own peace of mind, of course. Why would you ever want to go somewhere I haven't already scouted for you?