08/14/2026
I’m Kris, and this is my sister Megan.
Together, we own Java Moon Station.
And this is my dad — or Bullet Bob, as some people know him.
If you know the three of us, you know there is usually some kind of plan being talked about.
Actually…scheming is probably the better word.
That’s what my dad has always called it.
We come by it honestly. Growing up, Dad always had at least three businesses going at once. He was constantly thinking about the next thing. What could he build? What could he improve? What could he try next?
So really, Megan and I never had much of a chance.
When we started making plans for Java Moon Station, there was this old white 1965 milk truck sitting there with the building we were renting.
And I still remember seeing it for the first time.
Our eyes lit up.
It was old. It was rough. The inside needed a lot of love. There were tired cabinets, an old driver’s seat, peeling walls, and plenty of reasons to probably leave it alone.
But somehow, that’s not what we saw.
We saw what it could be.
We started imagining a way to take Java Moon outside our four walls. A way to bring a little piece of what we love about Java Moon to different places, different people, and different parts of our community.
And then life happened.
We opened the Station.
It got busy.
Really busy.
So the old milk truck sat there.
And sat there.
And sat there some more.
But we never stopped talking about it.
Every once in a while, one of us would look at it and say, “We really need to do something with that truck.”
And then we’d go right back to running the coffee shop.
But the idea never went away.
This summer, we finally decided it was time.
Time to stop talking about it.
Time to stop scheming.
Time to see if this crazy little idea we had been carrying around for so long could actually become something real.
And that was the beginning of the Moon Rover.
The Story of the Moon Rover — Part 1: Where It Started
