Let’s be real for a second: there is a certain “new laptop smell” that’s almost as addictive as a fresh pot of coffee on a Monday morning. You crack open that pristine white box, peel off the plastic film, and feel like you’ve just ascended to tech royalty. But then, you look at your bank…
Six months ago, Second Wind was an idea, a workbench, and a growing pile of broken electronics. Today it’s a shop, a community, and — according to my garage — nearly two tons of tech that didn’t end up in the landfill.