I fell in love with all things mechanical at an early age. Watching my mother learn to drive a manual transmission, holding the flashlight for my dad while he fixed the family heap… it’s no wonder I learned to dismantle everything that I saw.
As a truck driver and heavy equipment operator in the U.S. Marines, I learned so much about pushing limits while respecting safety. But in my young and angry state I was still uninformed. Meeting a mentor by the name of MadMotoMike, I was introduced to the life-long quest of learning the art of speed.
To spin wheels you must spin wrenches. To master speed you must master the entire experience of speed. To conquer the road you must respect it.
500,000 miles later I have criss-crossed the country and seen so many sunsets from the saddle. I have assaulted many race tracks with the reverence they deserve.
I met Kate on a lark. While studying art in college I asked the girl sitting next to me out to join me at a motorcycle film festival. She instantly understood the feeling you get watching the moon rise while you let the wind envelope you.
Thousands of miles later she continues to remind me of why I fell in love with a life of travel and discovery. Motorcycles are not amazing for what they are; they are amazing for the places they take you and the way they refuse to insulate you from the world around you.
We can learn a lot from the machines that elevate us. They elevate us because they know their purpose. My purpose is to to tell the story that they provide us. We see the world differently because of their power, but we create their power because we are elevated by the experiences they provide us. We are partners with our machines, our world, and each other. Let’s share the ride.