april 1, 1965  -  august 17, 2013

Grief and Loss means many different things to many different people. In my opinion and speaking from plenty of experience, you cannot put a time stamp on getting over the loss of a loved one. Whether it's a grandparent, parent, sibling, child, pet or otherwise, pain is pain. It has taken me 3 long years to finalize my brother's affairs, all the while dealing with the multiple scammers out there who tried to console me over the phone, professing their so called " sorrow" for Jeff, only in an attempt to either steal, hack or piggy back off his blood sweat and tears from building such a successful business - The Wimmer Group, dba StudioCycles and BikeTekUSA. As I mentioned on the Home page, organizations who aren't smart enough to build their own brand, have stolen Jeff Wimmer's name and information to use as their own. They have even gone as far as trying to Trademark his name, which thankfully, was declined. I have tried to process these feelings and turn them into a positive, which brings me to his Legacy website. I made a promise to myself that as Jeff's little sister, I would keep his memory alive. Please know that anything other than this StudioCycles website is illegal and far from legit. They are out to make money and that's it. Period. Enough said as this site isn't about them, it's about the loving son, brother and friend to so many. Now, I would like to share a few memories about my brother that are near and dear to my heart, so I hope those of you who are reading this enjoy a little trip down memory lane....


Jeff was the middle child and always seemed to be in trouble. He would push the boundaries in our house even though he knew what the end result would be. Smoke-bombing the neighbor's fort, lighting the back field on fire, sneaking out after dark to go down and watch the drive-in movies, drawing circles on the face of all my school pictures to make fun of me wearing glasses, getting me to take the fall for ruining my Mom's antique mirror, daring me to jump off the top of the dresser when I was really little and ending up with a concussion. Oh, and there's more....


Jeff had a knack for making me do things I really didn't want to do. One summer, he sent me to collect the money for watering the the neighbor's lawn while they were on vacation and although I knew something was up, I did it anyway just so he would think I was "cool". Turns out, he didn't water their lawn the entire time they were away. Needless to say, the neighbor lady was NOT happy nor were my grandparents who got him the job.


I admired Jeff. My brother was FEARLESS and RESILIENT. When he was about 4 years old, my mom and dad took us to see Evil Knievel. When they got home, Jeff got on his tricycle and barreled down the basement steps pushing all his baby teeth up into his gums. Well, guess who couldn't wait to do it again! Some of you might remember Henry Winkler as "The Fonz" on Happy Days. As a family, we went to the Auto Boat and Speed Show at the Spokane Fairgrounds and Jeff and I went into a very large, very crowded room with a sea of people waiting to meet the celebrity. The Fonz was on stage and I wanted so badly to go up to the front and Jeff knew it. He took me by the hand and said, "let's go". Not only did he get me to the front of the room, he walked me straight up to the stage. Jeff got a handshake from The Fonz and I got a kiss on the cheek. I think we both floated off the stage. We told all of our friends at school and nobody believed us. That's okay, because that is a memory I will always hold dear to my heart. As my Mom so eloquently put it, "Jeff was NO wallflower". People loved him. People admired him. And people wanted to be him. There will be no carbon copies.


Jeff had a big heart and was beyond generous. These traits began at an early age as one winter he pulled me down the street on a toboggan to the sledding hill near our house. We had a ton of fun and afterwards, he let me sit in the sled as he pulled me to the grocery store and bought me a banana with his allowance. Jeff was a clown. To say he was funny would be a serious understatement. He could emulate celebrities like no one else. He made every outing an adventure even when my Mom and I embarrassed him in Malibu when we couldn't stop gawking at Kelsey and Camille Grammer. Jeff's generosity didn't stop with his family. After spending the first month in California after he passed away, I was able to see just how big hearted he really was. His employees were very well taken care of as was the community. When he knew someone didn't have the money to buy a spin bike, he would send them one just because he had the resources to do so. He even sent the Fire Chief several bikes, so his firemen would have workout equipment. Jeff would encourage his employees to pursue their hobbies and would be right there sponsoring their events and cheering them on.


Jeff was DRIVEN and SUCCESSFUL. This was apparent the first time I walked into his 15,000+ square foot warehouse in Hawthorne. He had hundreds of spin bikes lining the shelves with a special section just for Product Testing and Engineering. As the Indoor Cycling Association put it, "Our Industry has lost a Shining Star".


Jeff loved the finer things in life and worked hard to get them, but the big love in Jeff's life was his Mom. Jeff adored his Mom.They were like two peas in a pod. He was adamant about calling every week and leaving her crazy funny voicemails, which she has kept to this day. Jeff would have done anything for his Mom.


Jeff was my big brother who called me "grinch-e-pooh" for as long as I can remember. We didn't always see eye-to-eye on things as we were very similar. The only difference was he was of the male gender and me, of course, female. My biggest regret was not speaking to Jeff for several years before he passed away. We had a disagreement about something I can't even remember, let our pride and ego get in the way, and before I knew it, two years had passed. One never knows how much time we have on this earth and I took his role as a brother and mentor for granted. Hopefully, someday, I will find a way to forgive myself. I've learned a lot over these past 3 years. Tell your family you love them. Smile to a stranger on the street. Give rather than receive. And, don't ever be guilty of a wasted life. I will always love Jeff dearly and will miss him forever. xoxo your little sister, Julie.


My Mom and I will add to Jeff's Legacy site as we continue to find more treasures we feel appropriate to share with you.