About Us :

Second Life Plastic is transforming the cycling industry with eco-friendly bike frames made from recycled plastic reinforced with carbon fiber. Our mission is to combine performance, durability, and unique design, collaborating with a renowned uruguayans artist to create frames that are both innovative and visually striking.

Our Mission

We strive to redefine sustainable cycling by offering high-performance, lightweight, and artistic bike frames. Through cutting-edge ecological innovation, we reduce environmental impact while ensuring superior quality.

Why Choose Us?

✔️ Sustainable Materials – 100% recycled plastic and carbon fiber for minimal environmental impact.
✔️ Performance & Durability – Lightweight, robust, and built for demanding cyclists.
✔️ Artistic Design – Exclusive frames created in collaboration with a renowned artist.
✔️ Commitment to Innovation – Constantly improving to meet the needs of modern cyclists.

Join us in shaping the future of responsible and stylish cycling. 🚴♻️

Our Story :

1957
Leyland
La Paz – Uruguay

The arrival seemed like that of any other regional location, but it felt almost like a final message for those already departing: “La Paz – Santos Lugares,” engraved on the front plate of the old Leyland bus, now half-detached, nearly limping under the rust that had eaten away the screws, and covered in red dust from the burning earth it traveled across.
The tired bus moved along accompanied by a symphony of almost loose parts, along with the omnipresent roar of its powerful English engine, which, in any language, already cried out its fatigue — but never stopped turning its wide, worn tires, survivors of World War II.

Its owner, who was also the driver — and the father of the one telling these tales — was a calm man, with gentle eyes, and a face marked by the wrinkles of smiles and tears that time had left behind.
Besides a steering wheel, the bus also depended, of course, on a cashbox: my cousin was the fare collector, except on the many occasions when he didn’t show up — in which case, the job was passed on to me.

The fare collection rule was strict and absolute, in a unique system of interactions, hidden from the public and visible only to trained eyes. Everyone followed a single motto: "Acquaintances ride for free."

The bus would stop, the doors would open, someone would get on. My father would look at the person, I would watch through the small rearview mirror in the cabin, he would nod — and the ride would go on the account of the old Leyland.

It didn’t take long for this business strategy to prove ineffective in the small town of La Paz where the bus circulated.
At the first tire replacement, the company went bankrupt.