Frijole Mini-Bike, Built for Mischief Since ’65

Some brands are born in boardrooms. Others are born in garages, with grease-stained hands, sparks flying, and an untamed love for speed. The Frijole Mini-Bike is the latter, an icon that’s been buzzing through parking lots, backyards, and empty streets since 1965.

The Frijole wasn’t about winning trophies or setting land speed records. It was about freedom. About hopping on a frame that was barely bigger than you were, twisting the throttle, and feeling like Evel Knievel on two tiny wheels. Parents hated it. Kids worshipped it. And that’s exactly why it became a legend.

Fast-forward to today, and the Frijole Mini-Bike is more than just nostalgia; it’s heritage. The kind of heritage you wear on your back, like the shirt in this photo. That graphic isn’t just a cool design; it’s a blueprint of rebellion. A schematic of simpler times when the only thing that mattered was how fast you could get from one side of the lot to the other before your buddy yelled, “Cops!”

Frijole isn’t polished. It isn’t corporate. It’s raw, it’s scrappy, and it’s authentic. Just like BMX, skate, or surf culture, the mini-bike lifestyle is about staying true to what you love... even if it gets you a few scraped knees along the way.

So whether you’re riding one or rocking the tee, remember: the Frijole Mini-Bike is proof that legends don’t need chrome, polish, or a showroom floor. All they need is a small frame, a loud motor, and a fearless rider.

Since 1965. Still raising hell.