The open road runs deep in our veins.

Our childhood revolved around wheels, wheels that take you places. We spent weeks at a time driving cross country in the cab of our dad’s 1984 Marmon truck. We learned the value of hard work and getting our hands dirty in his shop. We learned the passion and patience it takes to carefully restore and rebuild while peering, tip-toed, and wide-eyed under the hood of our dad’s 1968 Mustang. If we weren’t painting and wrenching on our bikes we were using them to wear dirt tracks in the yard, letting our imagination run wild.

Adventure awaits.

There’s a certain nostalgia for the days when our imagination made an adventure out of everything we did. A favorite memory is family vacations in the mountains at a rustic cabin built by our grandfather. The crisp mountain air had a way of invigorating and inspiring us. Our days there were spent riding our bikes, fishing or wading in the creek, quests through the woods. Our evenings were spent telling stories and eating around the campfire, enjoying time spent with each other. The stillness there invited us to listen more deeply to the rhythms of life, to feel connected to something ancient and bigger than all of us. We want those experiences for our families, for our customers, and for generations to come.