To all the brothers and sisters out there this one’s for you.
Best Friends and Worst Enemies…Childhood was like one giant experiment and being the younger sibling, my fate as a human guinea pig was sealed from the get-go. But like Dad always said, "Every scar is one part story, and one part wisdom”. Granted, over the years, we won our fair share of hard fought “wisdom” and through it all, bikes fueled our adventures. They sparked our imaginations, settled battles, and continually reminded us of what’s most important: we’re all family.









Welcome to Skidsville.
Population: All of us.
Remember that feeling of throwing a leg over a bike for the first time? I mean talk about “Boom!” right? It was like a lightning strike of realization blowing the doors off our childhood. One day we’re walking around with the rest of the mere mortals, the next we’re steely-eyed captains piloting our two-wheeled rocket ships to the
outer reaches of the driveway. It was like punching our ticket to ride and stepping into a world that’s bigger, bolder, and a little bloodier.



