“Dave Dora,” Bigelow remembered, “another executive who was about to retire, was a history buff, and he took the reins. He kept pushing the idea, got some budget, and actually got the go-ahead to get the room built. Problem was, no one there had any clue what bikes they had or where things were. I began hearing from employees, asking for help, and hearing that things were frustrating and confused. So I offered to help, to volunteer, despite the sting of being let go. I mean, I’d worked for 30 years to allow something like [the museum] to happen, and I didn’t want to let it die or be done poorly.