about us
floof
Meet Floof – a 2017 Triumph Tiger 800xca (zodiac sign: Leo) and the undisputed golden retriever of motorcycles. She’s not fat, she’s fluffy. Born for peak motoglamping, she proudly hauls around far more creature comforts than strictly necessary (but exactly the right amount, if you ask her). She’s deceptively capable in the dirt, perfectly happy devouring highway miles, and still manages to flirt with sport bikes in the twisties like she has something to prove. Floof loves running on the beach, mountaintop sunrises, wedging her chonky hips through single track, and being the center of all the jokes. Her big buggy eyes and marshmallowy disposition make her the most lovable of all ADV motorcycles.
african bike
Meet “the African Bike” (not actually from Africa), a 2017 Honda Africa Twin owned by a man, which is why it tragically does not have a proper name and behaves exactly how you’d expect because of it. This isn’t just another chubby street bike pretending to be a dirtbike; it’s also a certified middle-aged man magnet. Park it anywhere for more than 90 seconds and someone who “used to ride” will materialize out of thin air to ask, “So, how do you like that African bike?” It carries tools. Real tools. And other vaguely important, very manly items of unknown purpose. It doesn’t do cute. It does stoic, slightly intimidating, and permanently looks like it has a job to do — even if that job is just sitting in a parking lot collecting admirers. No name, no nonsense, and a FAFO attitude – it will not hesitate to bury itself in soft shit you’re not supposed to be in or break your leg.
african bike
Meet “the African Bike” (not actually from Africa), a 2017 Honda Africa Twin owned by a man, which is why it tragically does not have a proper name and behaves exactly how you’d expect because of it. This isn’t just another chubby street bike pretending to be a dirtbike; it’s also a certified middle-aged man magnet. Park it anywhere for more than 90 seconds and someone who “used to ride” will materialize out of thin air to ask, “So, how do you like that African bike?” It carries tools. Real tools. And other vaguely important, very manly items of unknown purpose. It doesn’t do cute. It does stoic, slightly intimidating, and permanently looks like it has a job to do — even if that job is just sitting in a parking lot collecting admirers. No name, no nonsense, and a FAFO attitude – it will not hesitate to bury itself in soft shit you’re not supposed to be in or break your leg.
lacey
I grew up in a car-loving family in Nevada and I’ve been hooked on horsepower for as long as I can remember. But it wasn’t until my mid-twenties when I threw a leg over a dirt bike for the first time that everything really changed. Motorcycle riding opened up a new way of living: one that pushes me past my limits and connects me with the most incredible places and people. Floof joined my litter of mechanical babies in 2021 and since then the urge to wander far and wide has only intensified. I’m fueled by a love for mountains, adventure, good food and great coffee, photography, and the magic of discovering new places – and motorcycles has been the best way to capiture it all.
donny
I’ve been hooked on motorcycles for as long as I can remember – but it really started when I was 12 and rode a friend’s YZ80 up and down a dirt road in the neighborhood. It wasn’t much, but I still remember the thrill – and the smell of two-stroke. That was it for me, so I did what any determined kid would do and bugged my dad until he finally gave in and got me an XR100. Since then, it’s been decades of many bikes, miles and adventures. Whether it be riding killer single track on my dirtbike, wearing out knee pucks on the track, or exploring new destinations on my Africa Twin — if it involves two wheels, I’m in. Somewhere along the way, it turned into more than just riding, and became about the people, the places, and the stories that come with it. I’m still chasing all three.
donny
I’ve been hooked on motorcycles for as long as I can remember – but it really started when I was 12 and rode a friend’s YZ80 up and down a dirt road in the neighborhood. It wasn’t much, but I still remember the thrill – and the smell of two-stroke. That was it for me, so I did what any determined kid would do and bugged my dad until he finally gave in and got me an XR100. Since then, it’s been decades of many bikes, miles and adventures. Whether it be riding killer single track on my dirtbike, wearing out knee pucks on the track, or exploring new destinations on my Africa Twin — if it involves two wheels, I’m in. Somewhere along the way, it turned into more than just riding, and became about the people, the places, and the stories that come with it. I’m still chasing all three.