Riders

I look at our 1946 Greyhound roll sign and don't see beautiful type design.

I see those Freedom Riders who would've caught this bus, in Atlanta, or Nashville, and ridden through Alabama cotton fields. Heading to those places that live in history as waypoints in the civil rights struggle, but then were just a bus stop on that long, hot, thankless ride South. Black and white letters, coming together to form town names. Black and white folks, coming together to change history.

Y'all have been asking for years, so we printed them up. The story they tell means a lot to us. We hope it will to you, too.