Archive 3

Electric Dreams

A Parallel Reality

Words by Hugo Eccles | Photography by Aaron Brimhall


Hugo Eccles is co-founder and design director of Untitled Motorcycles, a company based in San Francisco and London that designs and builds custom motorcycles for both private clients and factory brands like Ducati, Moto Guzzi, Triumph, Yamaha and Zero Motorcycles. He’s also a professor of industrial design. Below, he examines the design approach to a recent build for Zero Motorcycles.

When Zero Motorcycles approached me with a potential project, we’d been dancing around each other for a while. I’d moved to San Francisco in 2014, and soon after began reaching out to electric motorcycle companies like Mission, Energica, Alta and Zero and asking for test rides. Northern California, after all, is the epicenter of the electric vehicle industry in America. Riding the Mission R, Alta Redshift, Energica Ego and Zero SR were the first truly new motorcycle experiences I’d had since the groundbreaking Honda CBR900RR Fireblade ushered in the era of the superbikes in the early Nineties. The experience ignited a burning obsession to build an electric motorcycle.

One morning in May 2018, I received an enigmatic email from my contact at Zero: “We may be entering a window of opportunity to work on something unique and cool. ...” I don’t think it really hit me until I was being escorted through a series of security doors to the workshop at the heart of Zero’s Scotts Valley headquarters. They were offering me exclusive access to their SR/F, two years into development, and still some ten months from public launch. I would be the first and only designer-builder in the world to get their hands on Zero’s brand new motorcycle.

Fuck yeah.

My background is somewhat unusual for the motorcycle world in that I’m neither a trained mechanic nor an automotive designer. I studied industrial design at the Royal College of Art in London and have worked on everything from consumer electronics for household brands to watches for TAG Heuer and Nike, to concept cars for Ford. My design training informs my approach to building motorcycles. For starters, I’m conscientious about not being dogmatic about what a build is going to be until I’ve got a clear idea of what I’m working with. Typically, before I do anything – sketches, study models, anything – I’ll strip a motorcycle down to its rolling chassis of frame, engine and wheels. That done, I can study the lines, understand what relates to what, see where there are natural intersections, and get a sense of the spirit of the machine. I’m asking the motorcycle what it wants to be.

Once I’ve got a handle on this, I can begin to reshape the motorcycle by what I add back. This approach works well with combustion machines because, inevitably, there are a number of elements that you have to replace – fuel tank, carbs, exhaust and so on – and these are all opportunities for redesign and reduction. An extreme example of this was the process of designing the Hyper Scrambler, which I’ve only half-jokingly described as continually removing components until the motorcycle stopped working and then reinstalling that last part. It’s not that far from the truth. Lotus Cars founder Colin Chapman said it much more eloquently: “Simplify and add lightness.”

However, as I soon discovered, this isn’t necessarily a useful methodology with an electric motorcycle. Once I’d taken off all the SR/F’s plastic parts, I realized that none of them were truly required to make the motorcycle function. An electric motorcycle doesn’t need any of those traditional elements since there’s no fuel and no exhaust. There’s a “gas tank,” but it’s really just a storage compartment and not essential to the functioning of the machine. So, if you don’t need any of these things, what do you need? Had I just intellectualized myself out of a project?

In my 25 years as a designer, I’ve never met a problem I couldn’t solve, but I’ll admit there was a moment when I thought, “I’m going to have to go back to Zero and tell them, sorry, there’s nothing meaningful I can do here.”

Then it dawned on me: I’d been looking at the problem all wrong. I didn’t need to redesign the SR/F – I needed to un-design it.

Our ideas of motorcycles are based on the constraints of the internal combustion engine. With the introduction of electric, those constraints and those “rules” disappear. It’s no longer a matter of technical limitation but of a belief limitation. I could rewrite the rules. It was a unique opportunity – maybe a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity – to completely reimagine a motorcycle from the ground up.

Although I didn’t yet know what I did want to do, I had a clear idea of what I didn’t want to do. Most electric builds that I’d seen mimicked traditional combustion motorcycle tropes, which seemed to be a redundant exercise. Why put a “gas tank” on an electric motorcycle? Why make an electric bike look like a gasoline motorcycle at all? It made no sense to me. Style-wise, electric motorcycle concepts generally seem to fall into one of two camps – either retro-nostalgic or expressive-sculptural – and I wanted to avoid both because, to my mind, they’re merely superficial styling exercises that sacrifice functionality for esthetics. So much more is possible.

One thing I knew for certain was that the end result had to be unmistakably electric. It would celebrate what makes an electric motorcycle unique instead of hiding it apologetically behind bodywork. I wanted to use an industrial designers first principles approach to create an entirely new visual language for this new category of electric. With most electric motorcycles, little of the form prepares you for the very different experience that you’re about to have.

If the motorcycle resembles a conventional motorcycle, you’re naturally going to expect a conventional riding experience.

But nothing could be further from the truth, and I felt that the visual language needed to communicate that this was going to be a very different experience.

When people think about electric they naturally think about the future, but I started my design process by looking backward. From the mid-1880s onwards, there was an explosion of ideas about motorcycles – no industry standards had been established, and every motorcycle company had their own opinion on what this nascent technology should be. This set me thinking about a modern motorcycle from an alternate reality where, instead of developing gasoline motorcycles for the past 140 years, the industry had been developing electric motorcycles. What would an electric motorcycle from this parallel 2020 look like? Dragged across from one timeline into another, it would simultaneously be both familiar and unusual. That’s what I set out to create with the XP – not a future reality, but a parallel one.

Without the limitations and constraints of internal combustion, a motorcycle from this parallel 2020 could be much simpler, with fewer components. This parallel reality would be constrained by the same rules of physics, not to mention similar economic realities, so things like conventional forks would remain for expediency and practicality.

I’d had a couple of test rides on the pre-production SR/F and was blown away by the sensation. The linear and continuous delivery of power – the SR/F makes an astounding 140 foot-pound of torque and has no gearbox –

[it] felt like piloting a small jet, so trying to embody that experience felt like a good design direction. 

Earlier experiments had confirmed that almost no traditional bodywork was necessary on an electric motorcycle apart from surfaces that the rider could grip with their knees for control. That insight started me thinking about “control surfaces” – both human and machine. Human control surfaces would be typical things like foot pegs, heel guards, seat, knee pads and handlebars. Machine control surfaces would be aerodynamic panels, venting and so on.

Guided by this concept, I gathered and organized hundreds of images of experimental aircraft, WTAC cars, Moto GP bikes, winglets, canards, diffusers – anything and everything that inspired me around ideas of control, speed and aerodynamics. After a few weeks of intensive work, I had approximately five hundred pages of sketches and an overall design direction I was happy with. The motorcycle would consist of two main visual elements: an electric core comprised of the batteries, motor, controller and charger; and an analog chassis supporting the suspension and body panels. The seat would be integrated into the central powertrain to give the rider the impression that they were literally sitting on the “engine” of the motorcycle. The structural frame would feature “floating” aerodynamic panels held away from the tubework. The XP would be, literally and figuratively, a deconstructed motorcycle.

In parallel to developing the physical form, I also continued to develop the motorcycle’s story. If it was from an alternate present, it would also, logically, have an alternate past. The aerodynamic influences suggested that it might have a racing history – perhaps a retired track bike that had been retrofitted for regular road use. This idea of retrofitting gave me latitude to attach roadgoing elements in a more natural manner, not unlike the way headlights are installed on endurance racers. Similarly, the tradition of painting prototype race bikes in plain colors started to sync with an emerging idea of using an aerospace-spec coating to reflect the motorcycle’s experimental nature. I eventually settled on Aerospace Material Specification “Ghost Gray,” a government-standard color assigned to U.S. Navy experimental aircraft.

Paint colors aside, there’s something inherently ghostlike about electric motorcycles. Although on the surface a small difference, the dual nature of electric motorcycles – simultaneously both analog and digital – fundamentally changes the essence of the motorcycle. No longer is the motorcycle just a passively inert machine, but actively animate technology. I wanted to create a distinct and recognizable difference between the XP’s inactive and active states. When inactive, the almost monochrome motorcycle appears colorless and “dead.” When approached, the motorcycle recognizes its rider, illuminates its panel edges, and becomes “alive.” I suppose it’s an occupational hazard, but

I’ve been thinking a lot about the future of the motorcycle industry. I wonder about the direction it’s headed, and who will be the ones to steer it there.

Some traditional motorcycle manufacturers seem dangerously complacent, repeating the same old methods but somehow expecting different results. Exploring new territory inevitably upsets the status quo, and potentially customers in the short term, so most manufacturers aren’t willing to take that risk. When the original iPhone launched 14 years ago, nobody could have anticipated that an untested phone from a company with no telecoms experience was about to change the world so dramatically. Fourteen years forward from where we are now is 2034 – a time when many analysts predict that autonomous electric vehicles will be the predominant mode of transport. It’s possible that smaller, more nimble electric companies like Zero will lead the way, or perhaps, like in 2006, an adjacent industry will once again disrupt the orthodoxy with entirely new thinking.

So far, the response to the XP has been overwhelmingly positive. It’s taken a while to get here, but more riders are coming around to electric and many, like me, are excited to see where it can go. The “XP” moniker comes from the idea of an “experimental platform” – a fully functioning prototype capable of being developed for production. As well as being a technical platform, the XP is also intended as a figurative platform  for dialogue about the future of electric motorcycle design. Ettore Sottsass once stated that “design is debate,” and, in that spirit, the XP isn’t supposed to be the final word but the opening of a conversation. Is the XP what electric motorcycles should look like in the future? I don’t have the hubris to assume that I can answer that. What I can say is that the answer is far less important than the fact that the question is finally being asked.

Soul Crafted

Passion, Purpose & Freedom

Words by Derek Mayberry | Photography by Josh Perez & Levi Tijerina


A film by Daniel Fickle

Over the past few years, the River North Art District (RiNo to locals) in Denver has become a creative hub, with an array of talented craftsmen and women who hone their skills through daily discipline in their chosen trades. To many, the word craftsman brings about visions of an expert tradesman steadily focused on their work, in a harmonious state with their subject, a perfect marriage between lucid awareness and a trained subconscious. We recently spent some time with a few of our friends, including a creative director, a hairstylist, a metal fabricator and an artist to explore what it means to be a craftsman and find the common thread of creativity between their respective crafts and two-wheeled passions.


Josh Wills

CREATIVE DIRECTOR

Josh’s creative roots began in an urban landscape; skateboarding and graffiti art formed the foundation that would eventually lead to his role as a creative director.  He fell in love with design as an art student, where his focus was aimed at T-shirts and skateboard decks. “I was drawn to design because of the passion I saw in designers, passionate about what they were doing; I could tap into that,”  Josh says, recalling a sense of anxiety in the early stages of his design career, along with the uncertainty of paying his way.  He shared the story of how a teacher suggested he settle as a children’s book illustrator, which only fueled his desire to perfect his craft as a creative designer.  Even today, though, there’s a degree of fear and anxiety –  the relentless pressure social media puts on the design community, “you’re only as good as your last piece of work.”

When asked what keeps him motivated, Josh cites the problem-solving aspect of design for hire, and the idea that commercial design work is objective in nature: “It isn’t art, but it can be artful.  It serves a function; it has to work.”  Being able to shape the way people look at a brand or business is another source of motivation, “pushing and pulling levers in people’s minds.”  Josh says design work is not without its challenges, and that it becomes a struggle when trying to develop a shared vision with clients, where there’s a difference of interpretation and things just aren’t connecting. 

Josh grew up in a working-class family. His father hung out with motorcycle clubs, and Josh wasn’t initially interested in riding because he didn’t care to associate with the motorcycle culture he had experienced as a kid.  That all changed when his wife bought him a Harley as a Father’s Day gift.  Josh quickly taught himself how to ride and wondered why he hadn’t done it sooner.  When asked how riding ties into his craft, Josh recalls the places his bike has taken him: old towns, abandoned buildings, and the unique architecture and topography he’s stumbled upon.  “That inspiration gets pulled back into the work I do day in and day out.  When things are clicking in design or out riding a motorcycle, things feel light, free, and effortless.”

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Grace Penhale

HAIR ARTIST

When she’s not riding the streets of Denver on her Sportster, Grace can be found behind a stylist’s chair at her Holistic Salon in RiNo’s Zeppelin Station. Grace’s first real vision of what she wanted in a salon came to her while working with a nonprofit in Spain; she attributes the inspiration to Spain’s culture and the importance they place on living authentically.  Grace feels divinity had a hand in her path as a salon owner/operator, as well.  After completing beauty school, Grace worked at a salon in the Cherry Creek area of Denver and began developing her own business plan for Holistic.  Grace put everything she had into fulfilling her goal of being a salon owner. She hustled, working multiple jobs to make ends meet. She says the hardest part was figuring out the logistics of running a business, including a workable plan and addressing finances.  

She wasn’t always a fan of the Salon’s name, Holistic; however, it aligned best with her desire to provide a space for women to be themselves, and to send them off with a sense of their true beauty, value and identity. 

It’s interesting how the salon business and riding bikes relate for Grace: “It’s the women-inspiring-women aspect.  Encouraging each other to take that leap of faith, even when it’s a little scary.”


Bonnie Gregory

METAL FABRICATOR

Bonnie’s exposure to metalworking started when she was a teen hanging out with her grandfather, who worked on cars.  “I was around a lot of metal. I started welding when I was 15.”  Growing up in a rural community, she was always surrounded by motorcycles and 4-wheelers, and there was always something in need of repair.  Bonnie started out fabricating props and constructed railings, but it was when she worked as an apprentice creating furniture that she felt most creative.  Bonnie says she experiences a calm feeling when welding, a sort of meditation: “The trade attracts the kind of person who appreciates the quiet and wants to still their mind – it’s a place where I want to be; I seek it out.”  She still has the same curiosity and excitement about it as she did when she first began fabricating, and it also helps that she loves the smell of metal.  

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When asked what her biggest challenge has been, Bonnie felt it was the times she’s had to go back to the basics, because “it’s humbling.”  She shared with us the best advice she’s received: “It’s not that you won’t make mistakes; it’s how quickly you stop making them and change your behavior.”  As for her more recent challenges, “Sometimes you can get into a loop in your head being alone, need to take a walk, a drive, a ride, There’s something about moving that helps me figure out the puzzle.” Riding motorcycles and working on metal is an outlet, as it brings her back to her happy place.

Like many, Bonnie’s first experience on a motorcycle was on the back as a passenger, but once she had her hand on the throttle, she knew riding motorcycles would be a big part of her life, because “being in control of a motorcycle, you’re completely free.  Just you and the bike, you and the machine.”  Describing how metalworking relates to riding, she says, “At the end of a work day, going for a ride completely resets stress. I work through puzzles when I ride and think of things in a new way. The feeling I get from my work is wholeness and the feeling I get from riding is freedom.”


Pedro Barrios

ARTIST

Born in Miami and raised in Venezuela, Pedro’s love for art began at an early age. Exposed to different cultures when he was young, Pedro attributes the influence for his artistic style to his multicultural background.  The Denver street artist began taking art more seriously around the age of 19, after backpacking through Europe.  Travel is a big part of where Pedro finds inspiration for his work, and nowadays there’s more intention behind seeking out art wherever he goes, “not just to be inspired, but to also learn about art and color. There’s a lot of influence from all over the world.” Recalling his early days creating art, Pedro started out mimicking the Old Masters, noting what inspired him in finding his own form: “Once you develop your own style, it’s very exciting.”  

Pedro lived in Vail, where he had friends who would travel down to Denver, to a studio called The 400. That’s where he met friend and fellow artist Jaime Molina.  After connecting, trading art, and establishing a mutual respect for each others’ craft, Pedro and Jaime began collaborating regularly. Because each artist brings their own style and influences to the project, Pedro never knows what the final product will look like. “It’s a new experience every single time we paint together. The process is so exciting and fulfilling.”

However, becoming an expert in your craft isn’t without its challenges, and each new project presents unique hurdles. Pedro recalls a mural project he and Jaime completed for New Belgium Brewing.  Painting an intricate mural in the dead of winter on a wall that never receives the warmth of direct sunlight, Pedro and his partner endured frigid temps for a grueling two months to complete the piece. Pedro adds, “No matter how many walls or places I’ve painted, it’s always a new experience, a different texture, substrate, or weather condition. Always a new challenge.” Like all true craftsmen, Pedro is able to appreciate what he gets in return: “I can stand back and truly feel a sense of pride behind it.  That’s my main motivator, one thing that makes me truly happy.”

Pedro grew up around bikes, but it wasn’t until he was older that he took an interest in a motorcycle of his own. When describing the commonality between art and motorcycles, Pedro says it’s the sense of freedom and originality, something he finds common across the motorcycle culture.  “When you get a motorcycle, you instinctively want to make it your own to reflect who you are. Like art, it’s an extension of myself and who I am.”  Like his artwork, Pedro says there’s a shared sense of solitude and focus he gets from riding, because “when I’m painting, I’m concentrating and not really thinking about anything else, except for what I’m doing, and I get that same feeling when I’m riding a motorcycle.”


It can be said that a craftsman’s passion for their work is rivaled only by their desire to experience the freedom it affords. Freedom through focus, creation, and being present in a given moment. When we train our attention on what we love – be it design, fabrication, art, or riding motorcycles – we free ourselves from overthinking and allow ourselves to tune out the static of everyday distractions.  How we pursue our passions is a big part of what defines us, because performed with conviction, they allow us to be free to experience what we truly love.  

Dylan Gordon

Crafted for Adventure

Words by Ryan Hitzel | Photos by Dean Bradshaw


Directed by Dean Bradshaw | Produced by Ben Giese & Dustin Hinz | Edited by Scott Middough

I often wonder what constitutes a “cowboy.” Is it a state of mind, in the blood, just a job, or something learned? Probably all of the above. But we need more of them — they’re loyal, skilled, masochistic, independent and imperfect. In other words: Dylan Gordon.

I first got to know Dylan, or “Doggy,” as it were, on a trip to Northern Vietnam in 2014. He was a gifted photographer with a reckless abandon that fired me up. Born on a horse ranch in San Luis Obispo, California — just far enough away from the hoopla of Southern California to be grounded, but close enough to seek something more — Dylan is a rarity. That was something I admired about him from the get-go and sort of wished I had grown up  under similar circumstances, because it was clear very early that Doggy had a different playbook. Drink more, stay up later, ride faster, and still get the shot type stuff. And if we were real lucky, he’d try to fight someone, or perhaps console them. Cowboy shit.

Life on the ranch for Dylan wasn’t dull, though. His father was a classically trained tinkerer. Always curious, the senior Gordon was influential to Dylan, the kind of guy who could identify problems and solve them with little to no initial knowledge on the subject. From helping to develop the JPG to pioneering live video streaming tech online, his father’s collection of projects was eclectic, to say the least. 

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In his teens as a renowned downhill skater, Dylan was was having gear problems, so his dad chipped away at some modifications to the downhill skateboard and started a company so that Dylan had the best equipment for his pursuit. But the family business was actually training and breaking horses, so Dylan learned the difference between independence and conformity; well-trained horses were both by nature. It was something that also connected him to the outdoors in more profound ways, as all good cowboys are. A connection that would guide him into surfing, motorcycles and adventurism. A landscape where he’d begin to take photos of his and his friends’ antics.

Dylan’s work is somewhat complex. It’s documentarian and honest, but dark and romantic.

It reminds me of Louis L’Amour novels. He seeks the truth relentlessly, but adds his own touch of narrative, enhancing the depth of each moment. His style is evident, whether the subject is a cactus at dusk, a surfer drawing a line somewhere between awkward and revolutionary, or the silence of friends surrounding a bonfire on a lonely beach. If you want something commercial, however — don’t hold your breath. “Making money is sorta lame, not my goal,” he has told me. We’ve spoken extensively on the subject and what it takes to be an uber-successful commercial photographer. Dylan’s take is unique. He’d rather forego the riches of large, prepackaged commercial shoots than abandon his own approach. And it’s not that he couldn’t be successful on a Ford shoot, but he’d be forced to compromise his vision. Indeed, the business of photography can’t break him, much like a wild horse. Because of it, his work is in high demand from the right clients, like his newest partnership with Firestone Walker. Surely, a big part of Dylan’s success can be traced to the sheer passion he has for the subject matter. In order to capture the moment honestly, you have to be part of it, virtually sewn into the fabric of what’s happening, unbeknownst to the cast. It’s the only way Dylan works.

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It’s not surprising that he lives this way, too. Doggy resides in a proper warehouse in Ventura, essentially a massive space portioned into a gallery, darkroom, motorbike garage and living room. Save but a few walls, the space blends together seamlessly: art and photography mixed into a solid library of vinyl and books, a ’76 Triumph t140, a ’66 BSA 441, a KTM 450, a KTM 300 2smoke, a ’98 Harley 113cu, an old espresso machine and an eclectic quiver of surfboards. If you’re wondering, I haven’t skipped over the bedroom; it’s just that he banished it into his Airstream, which sits in the side yard under an avocado tree. Sure, his warehouse could fit the Airstream comfortably, but that would be far too easy and expected.

In some ways, his bikes have taken the place of horses from the days of yore.

He retrains old ones and breaks unwanted traits from new ones. They appear cobbled together and are often loyal only to him. There’s always a touch of Mad Max to his builds, but each bike is always fast and reliable – at least if he’s riding them. It’s hard to believe that Dylan doesn’t channel his Pops when he’s modifying his exhaust or re-skinning a seat with sheep’s wool. If anything, his work is a reflection of himself.

But after traveling with Dylan for a number of years, shooting in places like Vietnam, India, Argentina and Russia, I asked him if he’d like to become an ambassador for our company, Roark, and join the ranks of guys like Jamie Thomas, Jeff Johnson, Alex Andrews and Parker Coffin. On the road, but on both sides of the lens. Initially, his response was vintage D. Gordon, “Thanks, but ambassadors are fake, or at least I’d be, if I was in the shots.” After some convincing, I reminded him that our crew was pretty real, and that he wouldn’t be traveling all over the world shooting, drinking, crying and laughing with the gaggle if it weren’t authentic. It took a few attempts, but Dylan couldn’t be a more candid representative of the brand for such a reluctant ambassador. 

The thing is, Doggy isn’t a contrarian; he just has unwavering principles that steer the ship, even if they brush him up against dry reef every once in a while. He’s a mild masochist with a nose for the hard yards. A month ago, I asked him if he might be interested in joining me and a few friends on a rip from Tijuana to Cabo. Nothing too gnarly, more of a cruise to enjoy the scenery and fruits of the peninsula. He was all in until I revealed that there was a chase vehicle. “Oh dude, that’s pretty soft; I’m out,” he said. “Soft?” I replied. “A thousand miles in the desert on a motorcycle isn’t tough enough? You don’t even have to use the thing!”

Nope, he was out, it wasn’t remotely close enough to his waypoints. I finally had to agree with him, “Yeah, we’re soft.”

A few years ago, Dylan picked up a stray dog in Northern Baja and hasn’t looked back. Bruno travels almost everywhere with him. Riding shotgun, he’s seen more road time than most people I know. The little legend doesn’t leave Dylan’s side and is just as comfortable in the dirt as he is in the Airstream. The added responsibility seems serendipitous, as it paved the way for the birth of Dylan’s daughter, Lenora, last summer. I asked him if having a baby has changed his approach to life? Dylan says that he wants to show Lenora that life can be lived unconventionally and that one doesn’t have to conform to the norms. But he was quick to add that once she needs him to come off the gas, he’ll oblige.

Dylan was raised well, so his life’s direction is purpose-built and grounded. A few months back, I found a note from him in a jacket pocket that was written about a year ago. It came with a bottle of 20-year single-barrel Strathisla Scotch and thanked me for believing in him as a photographer and man. It reminds me that we’ve taken Dylan around the world 8 times over the years, and surprisingly, he’s the only one to have bought me a beer (or whisky) at the end of a trip. A small gesture indeed, but one that hasn’t gone unnoticed.

I’ve seen him pick fights with legends, surf better than the people he was shooting and cry in a lightning storm after missing a shot, just because he didn’t want to let us down. Dylan Gordon runs hot, but never stalls.

Some people draw outside the lines just to break the rules, but he finds beauty in the result.

You see, he’s a cowboy out there on the range just doing his job, but he does it while searching for something greater past the horizon — happy, lonesome and free.

Understated

The Ivan Tedesco Story

Words by Eric Jonhson | Photography by Drew Martin


Although none of the 32,000 fans crowding and shrouding the hills and flats around the Autodromo di Franciacorta in Northern Italy really knew it at the time, it would be the last major triumph of his racing career, and it was a big one. 

“Of course we can win,” said Roger DeCoster before the third and final moto of the 2009 Motocross of Nations. “Everyone around the team seems a little down, but we can do it.” 

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Way down deep in the middle of the Italian auto racing facility, the British race announcer could be heard over the public address system, repeatedly proclaiming to the fans that they were about to witness the “biggest race of the year.” He had it right. With the points spread so close among the nation’s top state teams, and with all of them in possession of a moto score they could throw away, the final result of the Motocross of Nations was a toss-up. Meanwhile, way back in the parc fermé, Team USA 450cc racers Ryan Dungey and Ivan Tedesco sat atop their respective motorcycles and waited.

“I remember before that final moto, Ryan Dungey and I had a little pow-wow,” said Ivan Tedesco, smiling as he reflected back on that sunny Sunday afternoon. “We said to one another, ‘Dude, we’ve got to get this done.’ I don’t remember much more than that, but I do remember the vibe of the conversation. It was like, ‘All right, we’re going to do this.’”

Ivan Lee Tedesco was born on August 12, 1981, in Albuquerque, New Mexico, with its riding areas abundant and skirting the high-desert community of approximately 1 million people. He followed his older motocross-loving brother Gio right into the sport.

“The whole dirt bike thing started for me with my brother Gio,”

said Tedesco, assuming a seat at a table nestled inside the Monster Energy/Pro Circuit/Kawasaki pit area at the second Anaheim round of the 2019 Monster Energy Supercross Series. “He’s about two years older than me, and ever since he was about four years old, he was just obsessed with dirt bikes. My dad bought Gio a bike when he was about ten years old. I was eight at the time. He brought my brother a YZ80 and brought it home, and I started crying because I wanted one. They went back down to the shop and bought me one. That’s basically how it started. I only got into it because my older brother was into it. Yeah, I cried, but I got a dirt bike!”

And as such things can transpire, the Tedesco family soon took to sportsman-level amateur motocross racing. “Basically, we jumped right in,” explained Tedesco. “We went to a local race about a month after we first started riding, and we also kind of found a local crew of guys that were racing and doing the amateur nationals and stuff. Actually, I went to Vegas for the World Mini about four months into racing. We just jumped in headfirst. Going into that race, I thought I was going to do pretty good, but I ended up getting 30th. I got smoked, and it was an eye-opener to me. It was like, ‘Okay, some of these kids are really good at what they do.’ From there, we just kept on going with it.”

Tedesco and family would return back to the Land of Enchantment and circle the wagons with a group of other young men who were also busily riding and racing away in an effort to make it in American motocross.

“I raced and rode with Justin Buckelew, and then there were all the Johnson brothers, and there was Ryan Clark; we all grew up racing together in New Mexico,” said Tedesco of his “little league” days. “There was a good group of guys that we all grew up together with. There was my brother and about five other guys. We were close in age, and it was pretty cool growing up in that group. We all rode with each other a lot and pushed each other.

“I’d say we got a lot more serious about the racing when I was around 12 or 13 years old,” continued Tedesco. “My last couple years on minibikes, I was winning some motos at some of those amateur nationals and running up front and showing that I was capable of being one of the guys.”

In the late 1990s, Ivan Tedesco, despite not winning an overall championship at the Loretta Lynn’s Amateur Motocross Championship, went into 1999 as a young racer with some potential. 

“My last year as an A-class amateur, I was a Yamaha kid. It was me and Justin Buckelew going for the premiere Yamaha ride at that time — which was the Yamaha of Troy ride. He was obviously better than me at the time, so he got the ride. I ended up getting a deal with Plano Honda, which was a privateer start-up team out of Texas. I signed with them in 1999 and rode my first two years professionally with them.”

By 2001, Tedesco was a top-five supercross rider — he placed fifth in the AMA 125cc West Region Supercross Series. Nonetheless, he knew he still had some ground to cover if he was to be a title contender in AMA Pro Motocross. 

“I got fifth in my first year in supercross in 2001, but outdoors was kind of a struggle for me. I did two years at Plano Honda, and then I signed a two-year deal with Yamaha of Troy in 2002. Yamaha of Troy was a solid team. At the time, it was almost as good as Pro Circuit. It was a top-level team, and they ran a good program. The whole time I was there, I felt like I was capable of winning a championship, but I just didn’t quite have it yet. I wasn’t mature enough as a rider.”

Ultimately, it all came out right for Tedesco, with his first major victory coming on April 5, 2003, inside the long-gone Pontiac Silverdome (destroyed in December of 2017). At my final supercross race with the Yamaha of Troy team — it was at Pontiac — I finally got a race win. I showed to myself that I could win.

You know, there is no feeling like winning. Winning is like a drug. You get an adrenalin rush, and you get addicted to that feeling of winning.

I think that’s where a lot of guys struggle, including myself. I got a taste of winning on the 250.”

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As a member of the prolific Monster Energy/Pro Circuit/Kawasaki outfit, Tedesco reached for a higher gear at the opening round of the 2004 125WSX at Angel Stadium and simply took off like a scalded cat, winning six of the first seven main events, and waltzing his way to his first AMA title.

“Going into 2004, I had the speed, and I also had this feeling that I was mentally prepared,” pointed out Tedesco. “I felt like something clicked within me, and I won seven out of eight supercross races that year and pretty much dominated. It was a huge year for me. I always knew that I had it in me, but to actually go out and execute was pretty cool.”

One year later, Tedesco raced away in the glow of his greatest season as a professional racer, winning the THQ AMA 125cc West Supercross Series Championship and the AMA 125cc National Motocross Series title. Tedesco was also handpicked to represent Team USA at the Motocross of Nations at Ernee, France, a race Team USA won handily. 

“Going into ’05, I knew I was capable of winning, but I wasn’t included in any of the talk of being a potential champion outdoors,” Tedesco offered. “James Stewart was moving out of the class at the time, so the title was kind of open that year. I remember reading some interviews at that time, and there were probably five or six guys on the list of who was going to win the title that year, and my name wasn’t on it. I remember being so mad about that! I was like, ‘I’m going to win this title.’ It was pretty cool to be able to pull that off. I ended up winning both titles in ’05, but for me, winning that outdoor title was huge. I wasn’t very good at outdoors coming into the professional ranks, and I just slowly progressed, and I proved to everyone that I could do it.”

Tedesco was tapped to ride the 450cc classification in 2006, and as a result, signed a contract with Suzuki to be Ricky Carmichael’s teammate for both 2006 and 2007. And while he didn’t win a main event during his tenure with the Rising Sun brand, Tedesco slotted in at a remarkable fourth overall in the ’06 Supercross Championship. 

“I moved up to the big class with Suzuki,” explained Tedesco. “I kind of had the opportunity to go anywhere, but I chose Suzuki just to go under Carmichael’s wing and to learn from him. I felt like it was a good move.

It was about the time that Ricky was moving out of the sport, so Ricky was real open to teaching me everything he knew. We had a good relationship.” 

Tedesco would race for Suzuki again in 2006, a major highlight of the season coming at the 2006 Motocross of Nations at Matterley Basin, England.

“That was a crazy story, because I wasn’t expected to race the Motocross of Nations that year,” Tedesco said. “I was at Glen Helen watching the last National of the season, because I didn’t race outdoors that year because of an injury. I saw Carmichael go down, and I went back to the truck after the race. Ricky had banged up his shoulder and Roger DeCoster pulled me  aside and asked, ‘Hey, you think you can race Ricky’s bike in two weeks?’ I said, ‘I guess.’ From there, I basically trained for two weeks, went over to England, and we pulled it off. I remember being so nervous before that race because I wasn’t prepared; I wasn’t ready to go race des Nations. Since the bike was already over there, they had to have somebody from Suzuki race.”

Yet the team, certainly along with Tedesco’s contributions, won the thing.

Tedesco won his last AMA Pro Racing event at Thunder Valley Motocross in Colorado at the high point of summer in 2009. Guiding his works Honda CRF450R up and down the track’s radical elevation changes, Tedesco left Denver with the winner’s trophy, saying now that “it was just one of those days where it felt like nothing could go wrong. It was an easy race for me.”

Three months later, Ivan Tedesco was chosen to be a part of Team USA at the 2009 Motocross of Nations. Set to run in the north of Italy during the first week of October, 

Tedesco looks back with a smile. “That was a cool day. We were called the B Team, you know? I guess they could have sent a better U.S. team at the time, but Dungey, Weimer and me got the call. You know, as far as the dynamics of the team, it was just a small group that went over there. To go there and win it — and just the atmosphere of that race that day in Italy — is something I’ll never forget.”

“I led my first moto for 20-something minutes, and then I got the worst arm pump that I’ve ever had in my life,” mused Tedesco. “We hung on, and we ended up winning it. That was probably one of the coolest moments of my career. To rise to the occasion in that type of environment was pretty tough.”

For the 2010 racing season, Tedesco teamed up with longtime friend and mechanic Frankie Lathem to go to war for the upstart Valli Motorsports Yamaha team out of Northern California. And while the dynamic duo didn’t exactly set the ever-spinning motocross/supercross off its axis, the two did enjoy the hell out of the year.

“That was probably one of the funnest years of racing I’ve ever had,” declared Tedesco. “It was me and my longtime mechanic Frankie Lathem, and we just kind of did our thing. We had a pretty good bike, and we actually did pretty well that year.”

All things considered, and after his career trajectory finally stalled out a bit, Tedesco agreed to terms to race for the Hart & Huntington Kawasaki in what was the twilight’s last gleaming of his run as a professional race.

“I knew it was kind of winding down by that point,” said Tedesco. “The Hart & Huntington deal came up through Kenny Watson, who was a good buddy of mine. They did supercross-only, which at that time worked because I was getting a little older. I was like, ‘All right, maybe this will prolong my career a little longer.’ So I did the two years supercross-only with Hart & Huntington, and that was pretty much it. It was kind of the end of the road, you know? You kind of see the light at the end of the tunnel and you say, ‘All right, this is it. I had too many crashes and injuries.’ It just got to a point where I wasn’t having fun anymore with the results I was having. I had won and been successful, and it’s just not fun when you’re not doing well anymore. It takes the fun out of it. I had my day, and I had a long career, and it was time to make the decision.”

The final AMA race Ivan Tedesco ran was at Budds Creek, Maryland, in July of 2014. Shortly thereafter, the New Mexican called time on what had been an excellent, steady and fulfilling career.

“Retiring was probably the toughest thing I’ve ever had to deal with in my life, honestly.

I’ve heard that from other guys, and you think about retiring from racing and you think all of the positives — yeah, you don’t have the pressure, you don’t have this or you don’t have that — but you’ve worked since you were a little kid for this one goal, and you’re so busy facing that, and then boom! All of a sudden, it’s over. It’s kind of weird to wake up without having that goal inside you, you know?”

As they say, good things happen to good people, and while a bit was lost after the supermotocross war was over, all it took was a few visits to the Pro Circuit race shop off the 91 freeway in Corona, California, for a wayfaring Tedesco to stumble upon a new line of work.

“So I was looking to get back in the sport, and I started talking with Mitch Payton and the boys there,” Tedesco said. “They were looking to maybe have somebody help with the testing and development of their bike, and I rode it a couple times, and we ended up doing a deal. I’ve been doing that for the last two years. I’m the guy who basically feels what the bike is doing and try to guide the team in the right direction so we don’t go off into left field. Basically, what I do is that we kind of have a game plan of what direction we’re going to go on the bike, and I try to execute that and present it to the guys once it’s in more of a fine-tuned state. Luckily, it has been pretty good. Everything that I’ve come up with they have pretty much liked. From what I see, I think it’s working.”

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When I asked Tedesco if he was okay with the way his professional racing career turned out, he just smiled that Hot Sauce smile.

“Of course. If you would have asked me that when I was 10 years old, and if you would have laid out my career in front of me, of course I’d be pumped. I was just a kid from Albuquerque who wasn’t expected to do anything. I feel like I made it to a pretty elite level in the sport. I can’t complain. The sport has given me a great life, and I’ve met a whole bunch of great people, and I’m still here. This sport is like a family to me. That’s why I’m still around. Otherwise, I’d be doing something different.”

Woman’s Best Friend

Jean Bolinger & Cricket Outlaw Moonshadow

Words by Ben Giese | Photography by Chris Matlock


When I arrived at a Las Vegas coffee shop one afternoon during the sweltering heat of summer, I rushed inside like a firefighter into a burning building.  Only I was the one on fire, and the sweet air conditioning inside was my only hope for survival. It was 106 degrees outside, and I sat there sipping on a cold brew, asking myself, “How could anyone live here?” 

Shortly after, Jean Bolinger and her dog Cricket walked in the door, completely unphased by the heat that was obviously killing me. Jean was wearing a black leather jacket, black leather pants, black leather boots and a sinister-looking black Biltwell helmet.  She took off her helmet and jacket to reveal arms completely covered in tattoos and a punk rock haircut with one side of her head shaved.  A real “don’t fuck with me” look that was slightly intimidating as I approached them to introduce myself. I began by complaining about the heat, of course. She laughed at my delicate nature and reassured me that these were mild temperatures for this time of year, and it really wasn’t a big deal. Cricket didn’t seem to mind it either as she patiently sat next to Jean wearing her micro-sized biker vest adorned with patches and a studded collar.

Jean proceeded to order a drink and asked me if I was one of those goofy guys that wears a rainbow-colored bubble shield helmet. Nothing like a little jab to break the ice. I laughed, told her “no,” and thought,  “What did I get myself into?” We spent a half hour or so making small talk and planning out a route to go ride and snap some photos of her and Cricket. Jean has a calm and confident demeanor, with plenty of attitude. I get the sense that she’s seen a thing or two — the type of person with more life experience than most. She’s a person with many layers — a badass on the surface who would slowly reveal an endearing softness. It’s always refreshing to meet unique and interesting individuals like this. 

Jean was born in Washington State as a Navy brat. Her formative years were spent living all over the United States and abroad. Always on the go, always landing somewhere new. This is where she originally caught the gypsy bug. She carried that sense of wanderlust into adulthood, living in both Northern and Southern California, Nevada, Colorado, Virginia, Japan, Washington, Oregon and Utah, to name a few. Never staying in one place for too long. She told me that she has always had a love for the Southwest, which is why she ended up moving here.

To anyone who knows or follows her dog, Cricket, on Instagram, it’s clear that Jean is an animal lover. The origin of this love for animals and her connection with animals and motorcycles goes way back to when she was just a little girl. Motorcycles and horses were both simultaneously integrated into her life at her uncle’s farm, where she learned to ride her first bike and also learned to ride horses. She spent her youth riding dirt bikes on the farm and competing nationally in equestrian events, including show jumping, dressage, equitation and trials. She eventually graduated to street bikes, accumulating over a million miles in 18 countries and across all 50 states. Throughout her life, she has refused to choose between riding bikes or horses, and still rides both to this day.

Jean tells me, “Horseback riding and motorcycling are so intertwined, I feel like they are two of the most similar experiences you can have in life. With horses, you have a large, powerful animal that you control through gentle and sensitive movements. You build a bond and rely on each other in a deeply connected way. Motorcycles are the same for me; you have a powerful machine that you are more successful operating with finesse. You eventually get to know every part of your bike. And the feeling of freedom, the power and the adrenaline you feel when riding horse or motorcycle are the same.”  

It’s an interesting connection, and cool to hear how these lifelong passions helped that little girl to develop into the woman she became. “As a young woman, being able to command a large horse or a powerful machine forces you to learn about your strengths and weaknesses and to mature rapidly to avoid being injured or hurt. You have to build and maintain a relationship with an animal that, quite frankly, could kill you or cause great injury. It’s the same with a motorcycle. Learning to communicate non-verbally with a horse, to read their behavioral cues, and to react appropriately, definitely helps in interpersonal relationships within your own life. Horses and motorcycles both taught me about the respect, confidence and the hard work required to achieve my goals.”

Jean’s love for animals goes well beyond just riding horses. She has owned bison, ostrich, emu and other various exotic animals, mostly coming from rescue situations. She has also bred over 100 species of reptiles and amphibians. But one of the most interesting things I learned about Jean during our afternoon together was her current career. She works for the federal government, traveling across all 50 states and U.S. territories via motorcycle, with Cricket by her side. Her job is to work with veterinarians at zoos and other federally regulated facilities that exhibit animals to the public to guide them and ensure humane animal care and welfare. She tells me, “I am grateful that my experience with exotic animals allows me to work behind the scenes with some of the very best zoos and marine mammal parks in the world. It is literally a dream job, and I love that I can make a positive impact on so many endangered and threatened species.”

Getting to know Jean and learning about her story was inspiring, but let’s not forget the main reason I drove all the way out to this godforsaken desert in the first place: To meet Cricket, the sweet little Boston terrier who has racked up more than 300,000 miles on the back of Jean’s motorcycle across 48 states, Mexico and Canada. Her full registered name is Cricket Outlaw Moonshadow. In Native American culture, animals with two different-colored eyes are thought to be connected with the spiritual world and considered to be good luck. Jean lived in Japan for a while, and in Japanese culture crickets are a symbol of good luck. So, “Cricket” comes from good luck, “Outlaw” is an ode to her biker lifestyle, and “Moonshadow” represents her multicolored eyes and the unique markings on her face, like the light and dark sides of the moon. Jean says, “It took me three months to name her after I got her. She was an old soul even as a puppy, and I wanted to take time to find a name that was as special as she was.”

Jean and Cricket are basically on the road full-time, typically spending only 45-60 nights at home per year. They travel by motorcycle as often as they can, and Cricket almost always travels with Jean. That dog has seen more miles in the last five years than most humans do in a lifetime. She’s got more friends than you do, too. In addition to visiting zoos across the country, Jean rides to various motorcycle shows, rallies, festivals and gatherings throughout the year. Cricket has become engrained in biker culture and a well-known member of the motorcycle community. With over 113k followers on Instagram, it’s clear that people love her. She’s become quite the influencer, even racking up a few sponsors along the way.

Dogs are wonderful companions, and humans have bonded with them for centuries, but these two obviously share something special. “Cricket came into my life after a significant loss that left me pretty shattered. I wasn’t exactly looking for another dog at the time. I got a call from a breeder with a special-needs puppy. She had failed her hearing test and was almost completely deaf in her right ear and very significantly hearing impaired in her left. The breeder knew I wouldn’t be able to say no once I met her, and she was right. We quickly bonded, and I decided to keep her.”

Jean continued to explain the impact Cricket has had on not only her life, but also how she helps other people. 

“Cricket is exceptionally sensitive and perceptive to people around her. She seems to always find the person in the room who needs comfort and goes straight to them. It’s almost inevitable, if I’m at a big event, someone ends up on the ground with her, with tears in their eyes, as she comforts them. They tell me about some major traumatic life event that has recently occurred (like the loss of a longtime pet or family member), and how they really needed her love at that moment. She has a way of finding the one person going through some type of internal trauma and smothers them with love. I’ve literally had strangers sobbing, holding my dog, thanking me for sharing her with them. I also take her to the VA hospitals and veterans’ home as a therapy dog, where she spends time with veterans who have PTSD and TBIs. She has also done quite a bit of therapy dog work with pediatric brain tumor warriors. She is so gentle and loving to everyone.”

Jean and Cricket are a dynamic duo that have been gifted with the amazing opportunity to live a life in motion, chasing experiences, seeing new places, collecting beautiful moments, building community and making a positive impact on the world. I drove out here to tell the story of an amazing dog, but I ended up getting to know an inspirational human, as well. The wheels keep turning, and Jean and Cricket keep moving, making this world a better place one day at a time.

Dominicana

An Endless Caribbean Playground

A film by the Echevarria brothers


Dominicana is about a guy, driven by his passion to push the boundaries, who takes on the streets of Dominican Republic and makes them his playground.

A few years after being crowned the World Trials Champion (2010), Pol Tarrés decided to follow his heart and fulfill his destiny in the world of Enduro with an amazing video of Caribbean culture and dreamy riding locations.

Pol Tarrés (26 years old), was named 2018 Superenduro “Rookie of the Year” and the following year he managed to secure a top 5 place at the last round of the WESS series in Germany, considered the hardest enduro series in the World. In a very short time he has attracted a lot of attention with riding skills that have never been seen before, helping reinvent the sport and inspire the younger generations in the Enduro world.

“Freestyle enduro” is now a reality; a perfect mix of bmx, trials & moto.

 
 

Featuring: Pol Tarrés
Directed by the Echevarria brothers
Produced by: The Who

Filmed by: Mito Echevarria & Joan Espasa
Edited: Mito Echevarria
A "Beyond the Wheels" series.

 

Travels with Jason Lee

A Decade on the Road

Written by Jon Beck | Photography by Jon Beck & Jason Lee


I’m walking around New Jersey, having just concluded several days of filming on a motorcycle. Exploring these old neighborhoods on foot makes a person want to skate. Infrastructure built upon the forgotten remnants of itself creates an accidental canvas of creative possibilities. Hiding in plain sight, a broken section of retaining wall points the way over a grassy bank to a misshapen sidewalk slope just beyond. In many ways, a skater’s eye is trained to see beauty and utility in the abandoned and the broken.

Jason Lee is a legendary skateboarder who has translated this aesthetic into a series of photo essays spanning over 10 years. With an arsenal of older cameras, Jason has been steadily building a library of black-and-white slides, color films and Polaroids that are a record of what would otherwise be forgotten America. Sharing a passion for film photography, Jason and I have traveled through portions of the U.S. and Mexico over the years, cameras in tow. On a recent road trip from California to Texas, we revisited some locations from early trips a decade ago. Visible changes over the 10-year span were striking in some cases, and barely perceptible in others. 

Having a tangible, analogue record of everyday people, locations and events creates a more honest historical archive. Where monuments, natural wonders and featured destinations perhaps represent the lion’s share of usual road-trip documentation, the vast majority of what exists on most any journey lies in the supposedly mundane. Life’s narrative is composed mostly of gaps … and written in silence. 

Brevity

Everything is Temporary

Written by Ben Giese & Derek Mayberry
A film by Voca Films | Photography by Jimmy Bowron


Deep in the heart of Colorado’s San Juan Mountains, we ventured to a place where spirits hover in the ether, and the relentless passage of time becomes apparent in the death, decay and life all around us. Colorado is estimated to have had more than 1,500 ghost towns, of which only 640 currently remain. The idea was to spend a few days exploring and appreciating these forgotten relics of the past, but what we found when we arrived was something much more transcendental.

A few hundred miles from Denver, the pavement ended and the hands of time wound back as we navigated the loose rocks and challenging terrain of Colorado’s Alpine Loop. Thunderstorms loomed at our backs, and our motorcycles dotted the high-elevation landscape like obscure pixels on a digital canvas. As we crested the final switchback of Cinnamon Pass and began our descent into the valley below, we could finally see our destination, the small ghost town of Animas Forks.  

This rugged patch of earth is so harsh and remote, we sat there in awe questioning how it was possible for those original settlers to arrive here and build a thriving mining community. At 11,200 feet, the town rests on the edge of treeline, exposed to high winds, avalanches and brutal low temperatures. It’s no place for those of a delicate nature.

Against a backdrop of flowering meadows, the timeworn wooden buildings stand in stark contrast to the surrounding summer blooms – a clear depiction of the struggle between man’s creations and the unforgiving alliance between Mother Nature and Father Time. Off-grid and cut off from modern-day conveniences, there was an awareness between all of us of how vulnerable life was in such a remote and brutal location. 

We explored the area with a sense of respect and appreciation for what it took to live off this land. We could still feel the strife under our feet as we examined the precarious timber framework of the town’s mill. There was a sense of brevity among us as we inspected the last remaining artifacts from a time where only the hardened prospered.

This town was built upon the backs of prospectors, mine workers, and gritty townspeople who didn’t care that future generations would be so enamored by the structures’ skeletal remains over a century and a half later. The first cabin was built in 1873, and by 1876 the town contained 30 homes, a hotel, a general store, a saloon and a post office. At its peak in 1883, Animas Forks was bustling with life, with more than 450 residents. But when mining profits began to decline in the early 1900s, the mines began to close. Mill towns were abandoned when the mining towns they serviced closed. Coal towns were abandoned when the coal (or the need for it) ran out. Stagecoach stops were abandoned when the railroad came through, and rail stops were deserted when the railroad changed routes or abandoned the spurs. By 1920, Animas Forks was a ghost town. Here one moment and gone the next. A memory that will eventually be forgotten, swept away by the sands of time. Like all things. 

If there is one thing we can learn from history, it’s that change is the only constant, and everything is temporary. Death breeds life. It’s all nature. It’s all a cycle. And it’s all guided by the unstoppable force of time. Witnessing the decay of these structures opened our minds to these ideas, and that realization became the theme of our trip, and this issue.

Dusk began to make an appearance, and it was time to continue on. Recent mudslides and remnants of an an avalanche kept us from our planned route out, forcing us to take a longer, more difficult path. It was like a rite of passage, as if the ghosts of Animas Forks were testing our mettle.

As darkness crept in, our broken bikes and exhausted bodies eventually made it back to modern-day civilization. We shared a meal and reflected on the realization that we are all a very small part of something much bigger. That our existence is temporary, and it’s up to us to carry a sense of appreciation throughout our daily lives for the time we have here. We are the sum of our experiences, and we should be grateful that life takes us where it does, however brief that may be.

Eventually the earth will reclaim what remains of these old mining towns. Time devours everything. Be it in the form of flesh or steel, everything inevitably returns to its carbon beginnings. Birth. Life. Death. Decay. Rebirth. We all come from the same matter, and we are all a part of nature’s beautiful, never-ending cycle.

Who Said Left

Beyond the Wheels with Stefan Lantschner

A film by the Echevarria brothers


Who Said Left is about more than an account of customizing motorcycles in a small garage . It is an insight into the endless determination of Stefan Lantschner, a man who's love of riding motorcycles is only equaled by his passion for building them.

In a world of conformity, Stefan forges his own path, overcoming preconceptions and giving a new definition to flat track riding, outside the racetracks.

"I can’t really describe the feeling of riding a motorcycle. It’s something I don’t feel with anything else. The feeling of speed and adrenaline being in control of everything and searching for the limit.”

Directed by the Echevarria brothers

Produced by The Who Project

Filmed and edited Mito Echevarria

Photography by Javi Echevarria

In association with Koolt Creations

Suported by Magura Powersports & Shoei Helmets

Abîme.

Photography by Thibaut Gravet


“Never” was not an option for Steven Frossard.  Even after a horrific accident left him with no sensation in his legs and doctors told him that he may never walk again. 

Mantua, a lakefront town in the Lombardy region of Italy, is where the French native’s fate shifted so radically a few summers ago. In late August 2015, spectators held their collective breath while they watched Steven Frossard get violently thrown from his bike.  Next came the sharp sound of helicopter blades in the wind as he was airlifted to the nearest hospital. With bones crushed, ligaments torn, and a future shattered in a matter of seconds, Frossard was paralyzed from the waist down. The resulting stillness was a stark contrast to the speed he had always known. 

Despite the lack of an optimistic prognosis, the young athlete refused to let the dust settle on a promising career and lifelong passion.  He found that the pain was a welcome reminder of what was at stake. In the year following his misfortune, an unscathed spirit fueled his grueling journey towards recovery.  Stiff, fibrosis tissue now fills the shallow craters dug by the crash and the surgeon’s scalpel.  Today, Steven Frossard has beaten the odds: He is riding again. Decidedly reminding the world, and himself, that his scars are not barriers, but new roads to explore.

Baja - A Tribute to Carlin Dunne

Directed by Dana Brown

Words by the director of photography, Kevin Ward


I originally met Carlin Dunne at the Zaca Station motocross track in Los Olivos, CA sometime in the late 90s. We became fast friends, even though I was 20 years his senior. He took the time to tow the "old guy" over a couple tricky step-ups I was having a hard time with, and my frustrating day became a fantastic day. There were many more fantastic days of riding and racing to follow, far south of the border in Baja, up in the Piute Mtn. range in California, the hills above Santa Barbara, and even off the coast of California for a one-off event, the Catalina Grand Prix. I pointed my camera at Carlin in a lot of those same locales, most memorably filming for Ducati at the Pikes Peak Hill climb in Colorado. Several years ago my friend Dana Brown, an incredibly talented filmmaker, approached Carlin and I with an idea for a branded entertainment piece for YETI that we would film down in Baja, one of my favorite stomping grounds. I feel the 8 minute piece above captures Carlin at his best, doing what he loved most, riding and hanging out with his closest buddies. One of the best descriptions of Carlin comes from his friend Sean Eberz.

"His understanding for the mechanics on his bike were very similar to him understanding the mechanics of life. Watching him grow up, he only got better at everything and really blew us all away with who he became as a person.”

Born into motorcycling, Dunne’s father, a South African road racer and former Isle of Man competitor, made sure there was a small bike waiting for Carlin when he was born. Living above his family’s 1,000 sq. ft. motorcycle repair shop until the age of seven, it’s no surprise that his toys growing up consisted of old engine parts.

For Dunne, a life dedicated to two and four wheeled motorsports was almost inevitable. Being a professional motorcycle racer himself, Dunne's father understood the hardships that came along with the profession and thus never forced the same life upon his son. As a result, Carlin dabbled in all different discipline's during his youth. Competing out of desire and not out of necessity allowed for Dunne to develop a lifelong obsession for perfecting his craft.

A few of Carlin’s accomplishments include 2 Baja wins, 3 Pikes Peak wins, 6 feature films, 3 world records, and much much more. Racing motorcycle is a dangerous endeavor, and Carlin was aware of this. His death was a devastating loss for the motorcycle industry and the hundreds of lives he affected throughout his career, but at least we can find some comfort knowing that he passed doing what he loved most.

The Good Old Days Are Now

Taking it Back to Simpler Times

Words by Ben Giese | Photos by Aaron Brimhall


Growing up in a motocross family was a childhood unlike any other. We spent our weekends sitting in the dirt and launching our bodies through the air to see if we could get around the racetrack faster than our friends. It’s kind of weird when you think about it like that. Sure, there was the occasional blood and broken bones, but most of the time those weekends were filled with nothing but laughs and smiles. Saturday night’s pre-race campfires were a gathering of friends old and new. I think of them as our chosen family — a group of crazy humans who found pleasure living the same strange life as we did. We lived off Gatorade and brown-bag sandwiches, and would come home from the races caked in sweat and dirt — sunburnt and exhausted in the best way. Those endless and unforgettable weekends brought us all closer together, and I feel fortunate that we all got to share that period of life doing something we love.

Eventually, though, we all grew older, and the passage of time led us all on our individual journeys to adulthood. Some of us moved away for school or work, and some of us don’t even ride anymore. Reality set in for all of us, and the responsibilities of adulthood transformed those gasoline-fueled weekends with friends and family into nothing but a fond memory.

Since those glory days have passed, I’ve spent a decade pursuing my career, chasing the dream of paying rent by capitalizing on my love for motorcycles. It’s been great to stay involved in the motorcycle industry after my racing years were over and to see things come full circle like they have. But as each year passes and META continues to grow, I’ve found that I’m spending less and less time behind a set of handlebars, and more and more time behind a computer screen. Lately it has gotten to a point of frustration, and I’m realizing that chasing this “dream” means nothing if I don’t have time to stop and enjoy it once in a while. 

With that realization, I called up my dad and brother to plan out a much-needed weekend getaway in the Utah desert. My dad also works a demanding and stressful job, and my brother Mike was in the midst of a job change and planning his move to Washington. I think we each needed this trip in our own way, and it might be our last chance to get together and do something like this for a while. I was really looking forward to getting off-grid, with no cell service and no distractions to relive those good old days.

Dad and I woke up at 5 a.m., loaded the Husqvarna FX 350 and FC 450 into our Toyota Tundra, brewed some coffee and hit the road well before the sun came up.  The drive from Denver to our destination is about 7 hours, so we had plenty of time to catch up and tell stories. Road trips are always fun, but this one was extra special. It reminded me of the dozens of trips we took as a family driving back and forth across the country to one motocross race or another. I think those experiences as kids really instilled a love for travel and a sense of wanderlust in Mike and me. 

Mike lived in Park City, Utah, at the time, so he would just meet up with us at a roadside destination in the middle of nowhere, and we would caravan out to the riding spot. My dad jumped in the car with Mike for the remainder of the drive, and I would occasionally look in the rearview mirror to see him hanging out the window with his camera snapping photos. Ever since I can remember, he’s had a camera in his hand documenting our adventures. I chuckled to myself and thought “some things never change.” 

As we pulled into our destination just outside of Hanksville, Utah, the stoke was at an all-time high.  No matter how many times I’ve been here, the size and beauty of this landscape always takes my breath away. “Swingarm City” — more commonly referred to as “Caineville” by old-school riders — is a legendary riding spot. I first came here in 2003 on a YZ85, and have been watching VHS tapes of the pros riding out here since the ’90s. Towering rock faces and canyons surround miles of steep ridgelines and valleys. This place is humbling and has a way of making you feel small. The massive moto-playground features endless jumps, berms, hill climbs and everything in between. The only limit to possibilities out here is your imagination.

Mike and I each individually hadn’t ridden dirt bikes in over a year, and we hadn’t ridden together in several years. It’s a shame, really, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. I figured we would be a bit rusty, and it might take some time to get back into the flow of riding together. But as soon as we geared up and started the bikes, it was like we never had skipped a beat. We followed each other up massive hills, balancing across steep ridgelines and floating side by side over jumps. The decades we’ve spent riding together quickly became obvious. 

We spent the next 8 hours or so ripping around and having as much fun as ever, stopping only occasionally to fill up on gas and drink some water. The afternoon flew by as Mike and I blasted berms into the sunset. We returned to camp to find my dad with a fire blazing and a cast-iron skillet cooking up some jambalaya. Mike and I took off our gear, and we all sat around the fire eating and telling stories, reflecting on a day we will never forget.

My blistered hands are the trademarks of a day well spent. And much like our childhood weekends at the races, the memories made here this weekend will live within each of us forever. This trip has been a reminder to slow down and enjoy the little things. It makes me smile to know those days are not gone. The good old days are now.

James Crowe

The Reality of Freedom

Words by Jann Eberharter | Photo by Paris Gore


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Two years ago, James Crowe settled into a little slice of paradise. It’s maybe a quarter of an acre and had two small structures on it at the time. One was a derelict prefabricated house that he wasted no time in tearing down. The second was a garage with a small apartment above that needed a lot of work. Naturally, he rebuilt the garage first, turning it into a full-on machine shop, complete with a lathe, mill, CNC machine, frame jig and welding table. 

His priorities are as visible in his remodeling choices as they are out of his upstairs living room window, which offers a stunning view of Mount Currie, the pride of Pemberton, British Columbia. He’s only half an hour away from Whistler, the resort town where he grew up and the path that got him here has been one of figuring out what he wanted to prioritize in life, and doing just that. 

Crowe is a mellow dude. He carries his lanky stature with confidence and speaks softly with thought. He usually has a bit of leftover grease on his hands, still rocks a flip phone, and, at 32 years old, has a few gray hairs beginning to make an appearance in his light-brown hair.

First and foremost, he’s a craftsman. His skill, style and creativity are visible in the custom motorcycles he’s built over the years, the parts he machines and even the tools that hang on the wall. Scribbled on one of his tool boxes is an Ed Roth quote:

“Imagination is the limit and speed is the need. Everything else is irrelevant.” 

Making ends meet solely as an artist can prove challenging though. One pervading trend throughout Crowe’s career has been his ability and willingness to put his head down and grind, focusing on his end goal. He did that for two years in Portland, Oregon, working two full-time jobs. He worked on the oil rigs in Saskatchewan for a summer before embarking on a 10-month journey to South America and back on a custom-built bike. And a job as a welder for the Municipality of Whistler brought him home to British Columbia, somewhere he could settle down and enjoy the surrounding mountains—and the ability to clock out at the end of a long day.

Growing up in Whistler, Crowe naturally took to the mountains. His father groomed the municipality’s cross-country ski trails in the winter, while his mother landscaped in the summers, and between the two, he had plenty of opportunities to chase the seasons. He raced cross-county mountain bikes during high school and skied in the winters. But nothing compared to when he first dug into a combustion engine. His parents gave him a 1990 Mazda pickup two years before he could even legally drive and the truck introduced him to a whole new world.

“I loved all the outdoors things growing up,” he says. “But when I discovered fabrication and welding, that was kind of what I discovered for myself and there wasn’t any of that happening here. I realized really early that making things from scratch with metal, whatever it might be, was where my passion was.”

Once out of high school, he continued chasing that passion. Crowe found a small trade school in Laramie, Wyoming that had a one-year concentrated program for sheet-metal shaping and chassis fabrication. It was exactly what he was looking for. He learned to weld and committed himself wholeheartedly to getting everything out of the experience he could. 

“All of a sudden I was in this new scene with all the tools and everything that I ever dreamed of, and the shops and the cars and the instructors,” Crowe says. “I was loving life.”

His ultimate project at school was a 1958 GMC pickup that he rebuilt. It wasn’t quite done by the time he graduated, so he lived out of a storage unit while making the final modifications. From there, he drove straight to Portland, where he’d received a job offer at a high-end restoration shop. It was there, at Steve’s Auto Restoration, that Crowe began tinkering with motorcycles.

As most mechanics do, he’d accumulated a lot of stuff, including an old Ford Model T. To make ends meet, he moved out of his apartment and into his Volkswagen Bus, renting a garage that soon became too packed to even work on anything. He sold it all and bought three XS 650s, which together would, he hoped, make one working bike.

“Once I got the bike running and once I actually started riding motorcycles, it was on,” Crowe says. “Nothing else really mattered at that point; it was just that feeling of what a bike gives you—it’s amazing.”

This was perhaps the first chapter of Crowe’s all-out working binge. He’d grind at Steve’s during the day and then commute across the Columbia River to Vancouver, Washington for a night job at another fabrication shop. Who knows when—or if—he slept. He took his vacation time to ride to Bonneville Speed Week, where he was in full company of fellow motorheads and got a taste of the open road and sleeping under the stars.

Soon after, Crowe and his best friend Jordan Hufnagel rented warehouse space in Portland where they began to assemble their own shop and a space where they could create whatever they wanted. This was after the Great Recession hit in 2008, and Crowe was able to buy various heavy duty machinery (thanks to his two jobs) that came up for sale. Much of the collection now occupies his shop in Pemberton.

“The motorcycle scene was really taking off at that time and I got really lucky to just meet the right people at an early time,” he says. “There was all this momentum growing to where all the sudden everybody wanted motorcycles.”

It was at this time that he started machining parts and operating under the moniker Crowe Metal Co. He designed and produced custom handlebars, levers, lights and even reinforced frames. He built up a custom BMW R series camper cruiser and CB 750 that caught the eye of enthusiasts all over. The bikes are works of art that also happen to cruise at 70 miles per hour, a visible extension of Crowe’s style and interpretation of what a motorcycle should be.

Being pent up in a workshop results in some impressive productivity, but it also leads to some wild ideas. Sometime during this phase, perhaps in the early hours of the morning, or over a few beers (probably both), Crowe and Hufnagel dreamed up the idea of heading south. Both feeling a little burnt out on working all the time and still being broke — and with a couple of XR 600s in the garage — they decided they needed to hit the road. Logically, in 2011, they set their sights on South America, perhaps the longest possible continual ride from Portland. 

“Often, it’s more about building the bikes than actually riding them,” Crowe says. “But the trips test the build.” 

And test them they did. Crowe took a year to finish up his businesses in Portland before heading to Saskatchewan, where he spent the summer working on an oil rig. He returned with relentless determination and plenty of time to prepare their bikes for the journey, reinforcing the sub frames, expanding the gas tanks, increasing gear capacity and minimizing breakability. Then, they spent the better part of a year riding dirt roads and mountain passes to the southern tip of Patagonia.

“You go where the road takes you,” Crowe says. “You’re kind of heading south, but you’re trying to ride as much dirt as possible, so you’re trying to follow routes you don’t know much about. At the end of the day, all the amazing memories I have are from the little tiny towns when we were lost and the places we got to go that had no significance [on the map].”

An experience like that—seeing the world firsthand—is enough to make anyone think about what really matters.

For Crowe, it was definitely motorcycles, but also the luxuries of the mountains and a place where he could craft and create with metal. 

During the trip, he and Hufnagel established West America, a brand of sorts that embodied their lifestyle and travels. They sold gear to offset their travel costs, connecting with a following who lived vicariously through their photos and frequent updates. When he returned to Portland after the trip, Crowe tried to keep the West America dream alive through travel opportunities and commissioned fabrications.

He went on a two week bike-packing trip to Bolivia and built custom bikes for brands, but all the while felt the lack of authenticity that they had when documenting their riding in South America. He doesn’t mind admitting that he overcommitted himself, and the stress of trying to follow through on everything took a toll.

“It was a huge learning experience of what I actually cared about, which is making things with my hands,” Crowe says. “I love photography and I love storytelling, but not for other people. When I came back, I thought that I could live this fairytale life of building motorcycles and traveling and balancing those two things. The reality is, to do something genuine takes genuine time and if you spread yourself too thin, then pretty soon everything sucks—something’s getting sacrificed.”

For Crowe, one of those sacrifices was his marriage. It was a tempestuous few years, and in 2015 he headed home to Whistler, where he was offered a full-time heavy duty welding job for the municipality. In many ways, the move was contrary to so much in his life up to this point in time—fixed hours and upper management had never been his style. Not long after, he migrated north to Pemberton, where he plans to be indefinitely.

On a different level though, accepting the job was what Crowe needed to do at the time, a resolution that he’s equally familiar with. Just like working around the clock in Portland, or on the oil rigs of Saskatchewan, the motive of this job was in how it would set him up for the future. He figured out his priorities and put them first. 

“It was something I avoided my whole life,” Crowe says. “Getting a nine-to-five, that was like, ‘The world’s going to end if I have to get a real job.’ But the reality is, the last two years, I’ve never had more freedom.” 

His machine shop hadn’t been assembled since the Portland days, but now it’s fully complete and meticulously clean (although that might change), ready to churn raw steel into whatever beautiful piece of art Crowe decides. Orders continue to trickle in for the pieces he designed to take those BMW R series bikes to the next level and he’s happy to indulge in some architectural fabrication for contractors in the Pemberton Valley.

A short ride north of his spot delivers unreal opportunities for backcountry missions on his XR, while a few minutes’ pedal brings Crowe to the base of Pemberton’s venerated mountain bike trails, which he rides regularly on his Chromag hardtail. In the winter, he’s a short sled mission away from multiple backcountry skiing stashes.

Here, Crowe has found a balance in his priorities, one that clocks 40 hours a week and is far from the backroads of South America, but still delivers genuine time. It’s a place where he’s got his machines and his mountains, and together they provide the good life.

A Drifting Up

Find Your Purpose & Follow Your Passion

A Film by Dylan Wineland | Starring Aaron McClintock


“You go out there and you experience that environment on your bike in a way only you can ever experience it, no one will ever know where you went internally. I think you feel like, in a way, you’re your own super hero when you realize that you have created situations where you can experience those moments.”

Going into creating this film, we weren’t entirely sure what we were looking for. As the journey began though, the pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place. Aaron and I sat down one night and went down a rabbit hole. Why do we love riding our motorcycles so much? What is it that keeps us going time and time again? Questions that have fascinated the two of us for quite sometime. It became clear to us that through riding, we were able to tap into something that otherwise couldn’t be tapped into. A door seems to open for Aaron whenever he is on his motorcycle. The world becomes a blank canvas and his bike becomes a medium for which he can express his true authentic self. When you do the things you love to do, your truest self comes to life.

Having had this realization, we knew what we wanted the film to say. Our hope is that when viewers see this, they can resonate, become inspired, and chase after whatever makes them feel their most authentic self. A Drifting Up is an introspective look into what passion can bring out of someone and how important it can be to becoming your highest self. 

Routeless 395

Connecting the Dots from Past to Present

A Film by Ian Beaudoux | Words & Photos by Heidi Zumbrun


Ever since 2014, Heath Pinter (X Games athlete and professional car/motorcycle builder) and Ian Beaudoux (filmmaker) have been documenting their travels together, creating a film project called ROUTELESS.

Go left instead of right … always the long route.  For years Pinter and Beaudoux have been riding motorcycles, vintage roadsters, drag racing, meeting up with friends and doing cool shit, always with a destination but taking the road less traveled. As they see it, the idea is very basic, “grab your buddy, ride your motorcycle and check shit out — it’s what people should do, and we’re just doing what we wanna do.”  And what they want to do now is revisit the route that ties all of their history together: a well-known Highway 395.

To Ian and Heath, this project is a slightly different take on their past journeys. Instead of aiming toward an event or people to interview, this was an opportunity to revisit the road that links it all together for them, connecting Southern California to their roots in South Lake Tahoe, where they met snowboarding at the age of 18. Over the years, Ian and Heath have probably traveled Highway 395 more than a hundred times going from sea level to 10,000 feet, connecting the dots of the past to the present. Highway 395 is the lifeline to how it all began for these two, and for six days, I followed them riding up the backroads, revisiting a road that has a rich history for California, combining two of their favorite passions: motorcycles and snowboarding in the Sierra Nevadas.

As with most of their trips, this one begins in the garage. Two freshly built dual-sport Harley-Davidsons with side-mounted snowboards — one 2010 scrambler built out by the talented Aki Sakomoto from Hog Killers, and one 2003 street tracker customized by Heath, both rigged with snowboard racks built and designed by Heath — rolling out for their first rides from Long Beach to Mammoth Mountain via the most off-the-beaten-track dirt roads as possible and filming along the way. 

Here is my photo diary following these two guys out riding on the open road, signifying 20 years of adventures and projects together.

Ode to the Midnight Sun

The Last of Summer in Norway

Presented by Taylor Stitch


On the winter solstice, Norway’s capital of Oslo receives a scant five hours and thirty minutes of daylight. The days immediately preceding and following really aren’t much better. During these miserable winter months, it’s not the snow or cold that breaks you down. (Roads can be plowed, layers can be worn.) It’s the darkness, that cruelest reality of life this close to the Arctic Circle.

So after a gorgeous and — above all else — well-lit summer spent taking in Norway’s natural splendors and Oslo’s bustling cityscape, or simply appreciating the sudden absence of Seasonal Affective Disorder, fall can be a daunting prospect. For many, October’s arrival marks the beginning of the end. Shadows lengthen as that familiar and unwelcome chill returns to the air, and that’s enough for much of the populace to pack it in, pour a stiff drink, and slog into the dreary abyss of the year’s dimmest quarter.

Fortunately for all of us, there is another way to face the impending gloom. Friends Joel Hyppönen, Samuel Taipale, Aaron Brimhall, and Dallin Jolley were kind enough to demonstrate, and took some incredible photos along the way.

Rather than bemoan the dwindling daylight, these dudes took it upon themselves to squeeze out every last drop of it, in the form of a 700+ mile, minimalist moto-trip to the northern reaches of fjord country. Armed with just what their bikes could carry, they set out from Oslo with a loose itinerary and high hopes. They returned eight days later having explored some of the country’s most unreal offerings: its highest peaks, its bluest lakes, and some of its steepest makeshift skateboard ramps.

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Journal No.1

Auspicious Beginnings

Words & photos by Aaron Brimhall

 
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Journal No.2

Peer Pressure

Words & photos by Joel Hyppönen

 
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Journal No.3

Just Sheepin’ It

Words & photos by Samuel Taipale

 
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Tom DeLonge

The Suburban Kid Who Traveled to the Stars

Words by Maggie Gulasey | Photos by Jeff Stockwell


Tom DeLonge is best known as the guitarist and vocalist in the legendary band Blink-182. For nearly 20 years, he wrote popular Blink songs while amusing the fans and disturbing parents with his often X-rated stage antics.  Never one to settle and always seeking the next creative challenge, he formed more experimental bands like Boxcar Racer and eventually his present-day art project, Angels & Airwaves.

It is obvious DeLonge is a talented musician, but less visible is his long history as a successful entrepreneur. He has founded several companies, including his current and most extraordinary undertaking, To The Stars Academy of Arts & Science, an aerospace company with a multi-faceted entertainment division. 

Building his company and playing in a band have offered no shortage of stress. To combat the daily pressures, DeLonge has found riding his motorcycle provides the perfect therapeutic escape. His enthusiasm for the two wheels has translated into a hobby that is both functional and enjoyable, and grants a temporary escape from his busy life. 

At this point in DeLonge’s life, it is hard to keep track of everything he has going on. It would seem as though everything he has done up to now has been preparing him for his most recent ventures. To anyone else, his ambitions may seem crazy and far-fetched. But to DeLonge, he is just a kid from the suburbs who dreamed of going to the stars.

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“When I started Angels & Airwaves, I was thinking about creating an art project, not just a band.”

“The idea of coming out of Blink-182 was insurmountable. There was no way in my mind that I was going to be able to create another rock band that could ever compete or be anything close to what Blink was. Blink was such a cultural phenomenon, and I didn’t want to try and repeat that.”

As the formation of Angels & Airwaves was in its early stages, DeLonge started noticing where the art and music industries were going. As a result, he created Modlife, a business that would benefit the artists and fans alike. At a time when file-sharing companies like Napster were popular, Modlife created new revenue streams for artists such as Pearl Jam, The White Stripes, Nine Inch Nails, and Kanye West. 

It was through this experience that DeLonge gained a comprehensive understanding of how to monetize music and applied those lessons to his new band—and eventually his aerospace company.

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“With Angels & Airwaves, I thought it was great because, if you look where music is going and understand the economics, it was not just about music; it was more about transmedia. Unlike multimedia, transmedia is more one theme across different types of media, but they all work together; they’re all saying the same thing. 

“For Angels & Airwaves, it was, how do we take a theme about the human race and communicate those in a motion picture and on an album and in a book? It became an art project. The band was simply one branch of the tree.”

While utilizing music, film and literature for his creative endeavors, it was—and still is—important to DeLonge that they all effectively communicate his ultimate objective: to have a positive impact on the world.

“It is super-important to stay true to the message and the ethos of what Angels & Airwaves was doing. I remember when I left Blink, we were always like, ‘Fuck you, fuck you, rebellious this, we’re kids that don’t care about anything.’ 

“And then I did Angels & Airwaves, and it was like all of a sudden we are naming records ‘Love’ and writing songs about changing the way you see yourself and changing the way you see the world. 

“Some people thought it was pretentious, and I am sure it was misunderstood, but I knew I was not the first artist to sing about love. I knew that’s where society needed to go. I know that’s who I really am. It was really interesting to me, especially because we got into a lot of stuff with consciousness when we created Angels & Airwaves.”

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Fueled by his passion for music, writing, film and Unidentified Aerial Phenomena (UAP)—combined with his diverse background from prior business efforts—it was only a natural evolution for DeLonge to start his most arduous company to date.

 “It seems like I created Angels & Airwaves as a way to set up building an aerospace company. That would be absurd probably for any other musician, because why would anyone ever want to do something with the amount of work, the amount of resources, and the amount of stress involved? But leave it to me to want to do something that wild. 

“I think we have to stick true to doing all the things we are doing at my aerospace company—to be an extension of what I want to do with the band, which includes how we interact with our environment, with the people around us, our intentions, and how we can come from a place of compassion and love versus ego, and just normal human desire to conquer and become famous or rich or want control. 

“We really wanted to be a band that stood for something more than just hating where we came from, hating politics, and wanting to rebel. This was more like, okay, let’s actually change the world. That’s the goal.”

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In 2017, DeLonge captivated the world when he revealed his latest and most demanding project to date, To The Stars Academy of Arts & Science (TTSAAS).

With science, aerospace and entertainment (To The Stars, Inc.) divisions, TTSAAS was created to explore the outer edges of science and generate meaningful discoveries through its research. 

As president and CEO, DeLonge has teamed up with an impressive roster of accomplished individuals who have worked in or with the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA), Department of Defense (DoD), and the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA), just to name a few. 

No longer working under a veil of secrecy, the team at TTSAAS works with and for the public to promote education, transparency, sustainability and community. Unconstrained by government motivations, this privately owned company believes in responsible public disclosure when it comes to UAP. 

In collaboration with their entertainment division, TTSAAS takes the science and aerospace division’s discoveries and employs them across an array of media to make the controversial topics engaging and easier to digest.   

“The name ‘To The Stars Academy of Arts & Science’ is great because of what it represents. ‘To The Stars’ was chosen because it is aspirational. When you’re looking up and wonder, how far can you go? To the stars! Which star, the nearest star? Or the ones we can’t see? It’s kind of infinite. ‘Arts & Science’ is another way of saying science fiction, and turning science fiction into reality.  

“Having an entertainment division and an aerospace and science division works wonderfully well because, for example, we have a set of stories called Sekret Machines. We take real facts about the UAP, and we are making movies and write books like Sekret Machines based on that. 

“We also take the observed technology from the classified videos and U.S. government documents with the DoD or the CIA, and my co-founder Dr. [Hal] Puthoff then works his way back into the physics of how the UAPs are operating. 

“Now we can start dabbling in and building that stuff and make science fiction become a reality. It is bringing about a technology that can transform mankind, and then continuing to study the phenomena that has been interacting with mankind for millennia.”

Depending on the person receiving the information, the topic of UAPs can be met with a gigantic eye-roll, absolute fear, or an enthusiastic hunger to learn more. In any case, to the believers and skeptics alike, the subject matter is notoriously saturated with disinformation and falsified videos. Standing out as an authentic source can be a difficult task.

To combat this, TTSAAS strives to work with information that has been verified under the scrutiny of science. Ideally, only substantiated data is disclosed to the public.  

“My partner Jim Semivan, from the CIA and one of the co-founders of the company, says we are only going to stick to real, certified, verifiable science. Just real stuff.

“That’s why the declassified videos that TTSAAS brought out were so important. We know who the pilots are, the systems that captured it, and the type of plane that they were flying. It is completely verifiable, which goes a lot further when you stick to things that there is no argument about. I didn’t think there was going to be a lot of that stuff out there, but there really is. 

“We have already provided evidence that the UAP is real. That’s part of what we did when we released the declassified videos and when one of our partners, Lou Elizondo, came out about the Pentagon’s Advanced Aerospace Threat Identification Program [AATIP] last year.”

Elizondo’s secret program was first made public in December of 2017. With over $22 million dollars in government funding, the AATIP studied UAP from 2007 until 2012, when the program was officially dissolved. It was Elizondo who was responsible for releasing the compelling video footage of a United States fighter jet capturing a UAP performing incomprehensible maneuvers. 

Though the footage captures a UAP, the unidentified aspect of it means that it has not been verified as extraterrestrial. It could very well be something manufactured by humans, as its origin is still unknown. 

“We have already brought the evidence forth, and there is more that’s coming. There’s some big stuff that we have planned that’s really going to take this conversation straight into everybody’s living room. How will people react to it, and how will they absorb it, and how are they going to deal with it?” 

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So, how does a person go from playing punk music in front of thousands of people for decades to speaking in top-secret facilities with high-ranking government officials? two seem to be on different ends of the spectrum, DeLonge explains that he has been groomed for this his entire career. 

“When I started To The Stars Academy of Arts & Science, I was literally just a musician.”

“A lot of people ask me how I go from performing on stage to speaking with people from the CIA, the DoD, or the world’s biggest aerospace companies. It is crazy. But the thing that really prepared me was I already felt like anything was possible. 

“When Blink exploded, to being a part of that ride, you’re already thinking that anything can happen—because I was living in my parents’ garage. So, when you go from living in the garage to something like that, you kind of already open the door to believing anything is possible. With that experience, I realized that there aren’t barriers on really ambitious, big ideas. 

“The next thing that prepared me was already being an entrepreneur.  I have already been in thousands of meetings with people that knew a lot more than me, that were a lot more professional, and a lot smarter.  I have already embarrassed myself thousands of times when pitching my company and not knowing any of my shit—I had a lot of failures, but through those experiences, I learned how to hold myself. 

“The third thing I learned that helped prepare me was that you absolutely must execute what you say you are going to do. If you say you are going to do something, don’t let months pass, and don’t forget about it. You follow up when you say you’re going to follow up, and you show them progress, listen and take their advice when necessary. 

“Those types of things are what helped me earn the trust of people and then eventually create a giant mechanism to do something that has never been done. To this day I remain very much out of my league. 

“More than anything, though, my team, they’re the guys that really do that stuff. They’re the ones that their whole lives and careers have been in those kinds of environments, so I really lean on them to do most of the heavy lifting.”

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Taking a hard look at DeLonge’s resume, it would be tough to challenge his credibility as an entrepreneur. As the founder of several successful bands and businesses throughout his life, it’s obvious he does not lack motivation or the desire to challenge himself. 

But as a public figure, it can be easy to pigeonhole him. Absorbing only superficial snapshots of his life, it would be no stretch (and not completely inaccurate) to stereotype him as merely a punk musician who tells raunchy jokes and chases aliens like a crazy person.

Digging beneath the surface, however, it becomes apparent that DeLonge and his team are anything but crazy. Doing their best to utilize substantial evidence and apply a scientific approach to their work, it seems as though TTSAAS could generate significant research. But that does not mean it won’t be an uphill battle for people to take DeLonge seriously. 

“I do get all these headlines that I am ‘chasing aliens’ or left my band to chase Unidentified Flying Objects or has a tinfoil hat on my head and I’m crazy. I look at those comments and think, if you only knew what I knew, if you’d only been in the meetings I have been in, if you’d only had the discussions that I’ve had, if you’d only seen the shit that I have seen. Not only would those comments stop, but their hair would turn white, and they would lose sleep the way I have lost sleep. 

“That’s not something you can just tell everybody. Most people go, ‘We want to hear those songs where you ran around naked and told dick jokes.’ That’s still a big part of me; it really is. My humor, friends, and the music that I like hasn’t changed—I still listen to punk rock almost daily. 

“But as far as what I need to do for the planet and what I feel like I have been chosen to do, I have to see it through.”

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Starting an aerospace company, recording music with Angels & Airwaves, writing novels, producing and directing films, and so much more, is a large undertaking for just one company.

To say a lot rides on DeLonge’s shoulders is an understatement.

“There is a lot of pressure. We are kind of like five entertainment companies in one—the way Disney is, but we are tiny. Then on top of that, we are building technology that is extremely revolutionary and difficult and takes years to bring to fruition. So, yeah, there is pressure.  It is super-ambitious, ridiculously difficult, but so insanely rewarding.”

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In order to combat the considerable amount of pressure, DeLonge has found something functional and fun to ease the daily stressors. Reminiscent of an obsession that began in his childhood, his newfound passion takes him away (literally and metaphorically) from the daily burdens. 

“You know, I had a really difficult year. A lot of things came into my life this past year, like starting a company, and it has been really stressful. When I got into riding bikes in a big way this past year and half or so—I toyed with it in my 20s—with everything going on, it reminded me of when I was a kid in a broken family; my parents hated each other, and I hated my parents. 

“I had just started Blink as a punk rock band, and skateboarding was my life. Every time I got on the skateboard, I felt the vibration of the street through the board, and I felt the wind, and I felt the motion. The faster I went, the farther away from home I got, with everything disappearing behind me. 

“The motorcycle is the first thing that reminds me of learning how to skateboard. It is the first thing that reminds me of that freedom, of feeling that motion, of feeling like you’re flying.”


“It has been an absolutely wonderful way for me to get on and go up the coast and get away from some of the things that I am dealing with. 

“I’ve always wanted to get into it in a big way, but I never thought I would like it this much. It’s like anything else that people get into; once you get into it and understand it, then you realize what people have been talking about.” 

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DeLonge has three motorcycles: a Ducati Monster, a BMW R nineT, and a BMW R 1200 GS Adventure. Because the Monster has been at the shop for almost a year, the R nineT and GS Adventure have become his main bikes. 

“While the Ducati was away, I was pissed because I really wanted a bike. So, I went and I bought the BMW R nineT. I got a limited-edition one; it’s got the big 21 number on there, representing when BMW first started making motorcycles in 1921. 

“It has all these intricately carved aluminum and titanium pieces. We changed the seat, exhaust, headers, and the wheels. I mean the whole thing looks steampunk. It’s funny; I wanted to make it much more industrial looking, and now it’s so shiny and showy. I was like, whoa, I didn’t really plan that part out. I thought it was going to look a little rougher around the edges. 

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“The R nineT is the most incredible thing, and I ride it every day around town. That’s what I ride to work and what I ride up and down the coast highway and along the ocean. It’s just my everyday bike. 

“But I noticed that the traffic has been getting so bad to get to Los Angeles. We are only a couple of hours from there, but it can take five hours sometimes! It can be ridiculous, so I needed a bike that was safer, bigger and more comfortable for the trip.

“So, I bought the huge R1200 GS Adventure. I remember at the time I had a Ford Raptor, this big, off-road truck, and this was the same thing as the Raptor, but as a bike. 

“It can go anywhere and do anything. You can pack it up for long trips; you can ride it up to Alaska if you want. It doesn’t matter if you have to go over a mountain and through a river or all along dirt roads, this bike can do anything. 

“It’s just as comfortable on the freeway with cruise control and heated grips as it is riding off-road. I got the GS for those trips, and it now keeps my commute to LA around 90 minutes both ways, just cutting through traffic and splitting lanes. 

“Until I get my Ducati back, my two bikes are the R nineT and GS Adventure. I really want to buy a bunch of R nineTs right now. That’s really what I want. I do like all of the Triumphs and Nortons and all that—they’re so stylish—but something about these BMWs and the way they do the boxer engine just looks cool. I am kind of into German engineering. They’re mad scientists over there.”

Motorcycles are a well-deserved reprieve from the slew of never-ending projects he takes on. Though it can be overwhelming at times, DeLonge would not have it any other way. 

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“Outside of having my family, the only two giant things I have cared about were music and the Unidentified Aerial Phenomena. Music was the dream, and the Unidentified Aerial Phenomena was this unattainable, fascinating hobby of mine. But the fact that I am playing such a big part in both is like, oh my god, how did that happen? 

“I can say at this point in my life, TTSAAS is tremendously more satisfying than being in a band. But that’s only because I have been in a band for so long. Being in a band is the best job in the world, but you are still playing the same 15 songs every night, and you’re still exhausted waking up in a parking lot, and you’re still waiting around for 24 hours of the day to have one hour of a lot of adrenaline.

“Things become very monotonous for me. But this kind of a company at this stage in my life is a blend of all the things I love: producing films, directing films, writing novels, working in aerospace, working in science, working with the government, and still playing music. 

“Angels & Airwaves is recording right now. We have big plans for that band next year. So, I still get to do all the things I love, but I have broken into other areas that really keep me satisfied at this point in my life.

“If you look at what I’ve done and who I am, I honestly feel like I have been molded to do this. That doesn’t mean it’s not the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. It feels harder than breaking a giant rock band. I just know that I am supposed to be here.

“I just know it with every ounce of my being that I am doing exactly what I was meant to do.” 

Cycle Zombies

Bringing Old Bikes Back From the Dead

Words & photos by Todd Blubaugh


Scotty Stopnik

“Cycle Zombies is a family that was born and raised in Orange County, CA.  It was never founded, it just happened.  Surfing, skateboarding, building and riding old motorcycles, is a life we live and breath everyday, it’s not a club or a gang, but a brotherhood of family and friends who ride together and care for each other...

Digging up old bikes and bringing them back to life with a new look.  We’re not trying to re-invent the wheel, but only make them turn again...”

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You’ve probably seen or heard of the Cycle Zombies by now. Their exposition is consistently present at events and between the pages of most magazines like this one. But even though I’ve been familiar with their reputation for over a decade, when asked, I could not confidently define them beyond their imagery of sunny surf and rusty bikes. So, I introduced myself to Cycle Zombies’ own Scotty Stopnik, and we arranged to meet at their shop for an afternoon ride the following week.  

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I arrived in Huntington Beach, California, just before 11 a.m. on December 11. The address took me to an industrial maze of shipping containers somewhere on the west side of town.  Scott Senior, otherwise known as Big Scott, greeted me at the garage door and helped to remove the honeybee stinger that had been stuck in my face for the last 10 miles. Although I had seen Big Scott at many different events, this was the first time we had ever met. 

He was welcoming and kind. I noticed immediately that his step and posture were light, and he spoke with a youthful syntax. I found it hard to believe when he told me he is 60 years old. The garage was well organized, and Scott showed me the lineup of each bike on the floor—explaining where it came from and the work he had yet to do. The garage door adjacent to the Zombies was open, and from it, in walked a man wearing a CZ T-shirt named John Moss. Scott introduced us and explained that John was a skilled fabricator and artist who had been in this spot longer then they had. John was quiet and accommodating, and it was obvious that he was a close friend of the Zombies’. He rode an aggressive, full–rigid cone-nosed shovel and accompanied us the rest of the day. 

Taylor Stopnik, Scott’s youngest, arrived moments later on a 1965 pan with 1980s shovelheads—the displacement was 96 inches. Like his dad, he explained to me many of the subtle details and the history of the bike, including the dual thunder-jetted Super E that carbureted it.  Taylor spoke with deliberate calm, but I could tell he did not like to explain himself. He had an anxious undercurrent that he governed well with graceful conversation. Last to arrive was Scotty, who showed up with a dripping wetsuit and apologized for his tardy entrance: He had been enjoying the waves this morning. 

I walked around and photographed the shop while listening to Scotty talk about his morning. Scotty felt strangely familiar to me, and I realized then that it was his voice; he and his cousin Chase Stopnik sound almost indistinguishable. I had just met Scotty, but I’ve have known Chase for years—he now lives in Los Angeles just blocks away from me, but this was where he grew up—and I could hear the years of influence in Scotty’s voice as he explained the surf to his brother and his dad. 

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Though I have come to recognize them through their motorcycles, I am well aware that they have another dynamic about them: Surfing and skating is as much, if not more, a part of their DNA as the bikes. And when they were together, they did not speak like bikers; they sounded more like surfers, which I found refreshing. It seems that all too often there is a very machismo energy to these shop proceedings. But here with the Cycle Zombies, there was a physical energy to their discussion—devoid of ego and full of excitement as they spoke of surfing—which I should mention I know nothing about.  

Everyone was hungry, including John from next door, so we devised a plan to ride the coast down to a sandwich shop on Seal Beach.  Everyone grabbed a bike, someone locked down the shop, and we headed out for lunch. 

I’m unfamiliar with Huntington, so I rode in the middle, shooting and framing where I could. Traffic was not busy and frantic like in L.A., and we had, by comparison, plenty of road to ourselves. We had a moment of typical mechanical mutiny when John’s clutch linkage snapped, but we fixed it with a short length of bailing wire and my Leatherman. Once we were along the waterfront, it was interesting to see the Zombies change their proverbial ”gears.” They did not speed as they did through city blocks, but maintained a consistent pace at which they could divert all their attention to the surf. They watched it as prey—and like pack animals, would occasionally herd together in one lane and discuss their observations.  

We parked our bikes in a line outside of a classic little deli on the Pacific Coast Highway called John’s Philly Grille. On the east-facing porch, I listened to Big Scott talk about growing up in Huntington. It occurred to me that this was the true origin story of the Zombies, when Big Scott was befriended by the Hessians MC 1% club in 1959; he was 12 years old and grew up next to their clubhouse/garage, where he learned how to customize bikes. He applied their taste and stylings to his bicycles, and the Hessians helped him in exchange for sweeping the shop and polishing chrome. They even took him around to custom motorcycle shows.

He started building motobikes as soon as he got his license. Then his priorities shifted to his family and career for a term (I should mention that Scott has seven kids—three boys and four daughters), but as soon as his sons were old enough, they took an interest in bikes, too. Huntington was the perfect place to incubate their lifestyle, and the Cycle Zombies’ legacy began to take its shape. The name evolved a little later as their reputation grew and it became necessary to define themselves. “Zombie” is a descriptive reference to the once-dead aspect of the “Cycles” they now ride.  

There was no tone of authority as I listened to Scott Senior and Scotty describe Huntington; there was very little evidence of father and son.  Instead, their communication was much more like close friends. Hearing their stories, it seemed as though I was sitting with two long-invested collaborates.  Taylor, however, spoke less but listened contently. He seemed to be quieter by comparison, or at least a bit more guarded in his conversation. So, by the same limited comparison, Taylor seemed more in the manner of his other brother Turk Stopnik, whom I have had the pleasure of knowing for a couple of years. Turk is the middle Stopnik and now works as a firefighter in the forests of California—Big Scott spoke of him proudly. I could not help but wish he were here for this conversation, but regardless of the distance, it was obvious they remained a close tribe. 

There was no tone of authority as I listened to Scott Senior and Scotty describe Huntington; there was very little evidence of father and son.  Instead, their communication was much more like close friends. Hearing their stories, it seemed as though I was sitting with two long-invested collaborates.  Taylor, however, spoke less but listened contently. He seemed to be quieter by comparison, or at least a bit more guarded in his conversation. So, by the same limited comparison, Taylor seemed more in the manner of his other brother Turk Stopnik, whom I have had the pleasure of knowing for a couple of years. Turk is the middle Stopnik and now works as a firefighter in the forests of California—Big Scott spoke of him proudly. I could not help but wish he were here for this conversation, but regardless of the distance, it was obvious they remained a close tribe. 

After lunch, we rode back along the waterfront toward the container yard. At a red light, I saw Scotty watching the ocean with intimate focus.  I could recognize the power it had over him (as can any man recognize the pull of passion when it is near), but I could not identify with this dimension of the Cycle Zombies. It was a different language to me, but they understood it thoroughly—and it clearly shouted at them over the sounds of their own bikes. When we got back to the shop Scotty admitted that he would have much rather been surfing than riding today. 

We kicked tires in the sidelong light of later afternoon. Scotty did burnouts and pushed around on his skateboard until he had to go pick up his youngest boy, Sid. When they returned, I saw three generations of Stopniks in motion; one-and-a-half-year-old Sid played about the garage with definitive pleasure, just like his father and grandfather.

It is a long road that eventually reaches the place in life where we no longer need to define ourselves—a place where our purpose is simply understood. Only after countless dead ends and detours (if time favors) do we arrive at such a point. Further along even still is when that definition is passed on and secured beyond our mortal time. Many do not make it this far. But, after one ride with the Stopniks, it is clear to me that they have indeed arrived—and they call it the Cycle Zombies.

DIY

Make It Your Own

Words by Ben Giese | Photos by Dean Bradshaw


With almost 8 billion people in a world that is more interconnected than ever, individuality is at a premium.  With our increasingly busy lives and the constant stream of media and information being fed to us, it’s easy to feel lost in the rat race, which is why creativity and self-expression are so important. It’s why the recent revival of “makers” and DIY creators is so refreshing.  It feels good not only to make something, but to make it your own. And I think when you get down to the core of it, beyond Instagram and the trendy motorcycle builder culture, the sense of fulfillment gained from creating something with your own two hands is what makes customizing bikes so special. 

That natural desire for self-expression (and my obsession with motorcycles) is what drove me to spend three cold winter months in my father’s garage turning wrenches and grinding metal. I knew this would be both an enjoyable and therapeutic project that would get me away from the computer screen, but what I didn’t anticipate was the genuine satisfaction I would feel from the entire process.  It was not only an exercise in design, but putting my hands on every nut and bolt of the machine enabled me to become acquainted with all the hidden corners of my motorcycle from the inside out. Through this process I formed a stronger bond with my bike. It became a part of me more than ever before.  Or maybe it was the other way around.  Either way, it became more than just something I owned; it became a reflection of myself. 

I wanted to transform my air-cooled Triumph Scrambler into a true “scrambler” that could take me well beyond the paved city streets of Denver and deep into the mountains and deserts of the Southwest. So, once the overhaul was finally completed, I headed out to the California desert to put it to the test on the rugged back roads and sand washes of Joshua Tree. The only thing I was looking forward to more than the process of building this bike was actually taking it out and getting it dirty. And it rode like a dream, just like I had imagined.  


I am not a professional bike builder by any means.  I’m simply a graphic designer with a vision for what I want and the tenacity to figure it out.  Which means you can do it, too. And I guess that’s the message I’m trying to get across. Don’t be afraid to get your hands dirty.  Make mistakes. And don’t hold back on your creative ideas, because the world could use more self-expression and individuality.


Learn more about the build at BikeEXIF

The Wild Ones

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Words by Maggie Gulasey | Photos by James Minchin


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Twice in my short life I have found myself immersed in the potent butterflies of love, doused with nervousness, excitement, and a fleck of fear—but not for another person. Rather, it’s been for the extraordinary and profoundly authentic passions in life that have illuminated my simple existence. 

My first love affair came to fruition when I encountered live music at a young age. Some astute individuals sang, “When you fall in love, you know you are done.” Though lacking the talent for mastering an instrument, I eagerly devoured the music, and I indeed knew I was done; music was forever going to be a part of my lifeblood, even if that meant supporting the melodic experts from the business or the avid-fan side of things. 

The second time my heart was kidnapped occurred the moment I first rode a motorcycle. Nothing can match how those two wheels make me feel. I truly came alive with the world at my side, experiencing life in a unique and more gratifying way aboard my beautiful vintage two-stroke. 

Both music and my motorcycle enable a mental departure from the tedious rigors that often swallow daily life, allowing me to recall and enjoy the simple magic this world grants. Once in a blue moon my two lovers delightfully harmonize, creating a motorcycle and rock ‘n’ roll utopia. I have found this elusive nirvana in the band Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. 

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Since 1998, Robert Levon Been, Peter Hayes and, later, Leah Shapiro have been composing intelligent, honest, and soulful atmospheric vibrations. Their music makes me want to fall in love, fight, dance, or ride my RD400 while it blasts in my ears. After watching the 1953 classic The Wild One, directed by László Benedek and starring Marlon Brando, Been and Hayes derived their name from the gang led by Johnny Strabler, called “Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.” 

The band had to grow into the name a bit. Been recalls thorny moments during their early gigs: “The first couple of tours were little bars we would play, and different motorcycle clubs would come and they would invade the space and were really intense and aggressive. There were no physical altercations, but it was kind of a ‘Who are you to call yourself a motorcycle club when you are just a little pissy three-person rock band?’ They mostly just wanted to make sure we knew the history of the name and had some respect for it. Once we proved we know where it comes from and we are not just cashing in on the fad of that, then we would buy them a drink and hang out, and all they really want is just a good time. We ended up making strange friends along the way that way. We fell in love with riding later, and we have not really wanted to play it up too much. It is more of a meditative, spiritual, personal thing. It’s the one time you can kind of find that space of your own, and it should be. Sacred is probably too big of a word, but it’s just something personal of your own, which is probably different for each person. It is nice having it be just that and learning that motorcycling is not the clichés you think it is about.” 

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For nearly 20 years, BRMC has played all around the world, performing at various festivals and on long, arduous tours. In the midst of these concerts, when time allows, the band might sneak in an excursion. Their art has enabled them to ride in Africa, Cambodia, New Zealand, and Japan, to name just a few. 

Been says, “You have a short amount of time to extract something out of this magical place that you might never be back to in your whole life. So you can truck around in a taxi or by foot, but all of a sudden when you are outside of a screen—car, glass, iPhone, or a TV screen—you are a part of the scenery and environment versus protected in a bubble. It is a sense of freedom to explore wherever your mind wanders; it is a gift when you can get away with it. You reach these places where you just stop and wander off into the forest and realize where you are and then hop back on and go again. We generally keep it to ourselves. It has been our own little thing we will do whenever we can steal some time. It was great discovering that a lot of countries are pretty lax about requiring a driver’s license. You can just show up, put a few bucks down, and take a bike. That was how I learned to ride. It was in Portugal, and I did not even have a license, and I learned that way.”

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During one of their sparse gaps between shows, the band can finally enjoy a jaunt on their personal bikes at home. As vintage motorcycle admirers and owners, Hayes and Been know all too well the love-hate relationship that often accompanies them. Hayes reveals, “I had a Sportster for a while and broke the clutch on that and was looking for another one, and a friend was selling a CB550. It just so happened that I took it for a test ride and the clutch cable broke, and it was so fucking quick to fix; I was sold. I was used to working on old cars, and it is kind of like an old car.”

Been adds, “I got lucky with my first bike, also a Honda CB, because Pete was the most experienced and knew how to put it back together if it fell apart, so I thought that will be good in case of emergency. But our old tour manager had this 1972 Triumph Bonneville that he stripped down and café’d out, and I inherited his mess to some extent. This was really not the right bike to start on, because half of the time or more you are working on it. It just always felt like a high-maintenance girlfriend who was really beautiful, and every time she was nice to you, or running, it’s like you fall in love with her again, but most of the time she is just beating you down and taking all of your money. But it was the seduction of every time it was back; I would think, ‘Oh, I cannot get rid of you, I cannot break up with you.’ The CB is great for daily riding, but the growl of the Triumph, that old engine, kills me every time. I just cannot let go of it. The sound, the feeling.”

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Like a lover you simply cannot quit, vintage motorcycles certainly require a high degree of devotion and passion to stay committed—or maybe we are just crazy for continually falling for their mighty allure. Unconditional love must truly prevail, particularly when the rubber side does not stay down. Been and Hayes are not strangers to precarious moments on their motorcycles. Been describes an accident that occurred far from home: 

“I totaled a bike on an island in Greece. It was my first time that I really pushed my limits. The problem with the island was you were always zigging and zagging; it never really opened up. But there was this one stretch that I did not even know the island had. I came around this corner and it was as far as the eye could see, and I was like, ‘This is it. This is my moment.’ And I just gunned it. I had the visor open and sunglasses on and a bug flew in right in between my eye and the sunglasses. It was enough of a moment where my hand reached off right when the road started curving, and I did not catch it in time. I had this split-second moment of ‘Do I go for this super-maneuver that might make everything fine, but will kill me if I try? Or should I just make the most out of the wreck?’ 

“I made the most out of the wreck. It taught me a good lesson. You have to get one under your belt as long as you can walk away.”

Having had his own shaky moments, Hayes recalls, “It was actually awful. I looked left and saw green, hit the gas and then looked a little further left and saw a car was going through a red. I hit the front fender. It was nasty and hurt. It was eight years ago and I still feel it in my elbow.”

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The most baffling incidents, though, can happen during the most unremarkable, routine moments. Been remembers, “Two of our friends that we ride with joined us for a coastal trip. It was that thing where we went for a couple of days and it was four boys and everyone is trying to edge each other out, so we were riding a little competitive, a little psycho and mostly dangerous. But when you got home, you were like, ‘Oh my God, we survived so many brushes with death; we ran with the devil for a while.’ And then the next day we hear that our friend who was with us just took a stupid, small left-hand turn in Los Angeles going like 15 miles per hour, and some idiot hit him and he was in the hospital for a month. After all that crazy riding.”

Having a profound passion for something means never quitting despite experiencing setbacks. Having a substantial fervor for music and motorcycles can also mean utilizing one as a tool to enhance the other. For example, Hayes has employed his bike as a therapeutic apparatus to color the words to a song. He admits, “There is a lot of yelling and screaming lyrics into my helmet. Last record I was flying up and down the road every night. Part of it is just primal scream. It is the only way you can really be alone and do it; it is getting out things one way or another on your motorcycle. You are getting out ideas and thoughts. A lot of it is soaking up what is in front of you in a different way than usual.”

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However, though music and motorcycles can go together like peas in a pod, Hayes also found that it was helpful to separate the two at times. He mentions, “I honestly saw it as, there is a freedom to the road and being in a band and driving ourselves and all of the messes you get into in those days, that goes hand in hand with motorcycles; you just have more air with a motorcycle when you are doing it. I found a way to put a guitar on the back of a bike at one point in time, but even then it is better to kind of leave the music behind a little bit and just ride.”

We all possess various passions that add an extra oomph to our dreary days and make life worth living. For me, aside from people, music and motorcycles are the things that light my fire. Even more intoxicating is finding an exceptional band that treasures motorcycles in their own yet relatable way. Whether BRMC is telling a story about one of their riding adventures or captivating an audience from the stage, they are doing so drenched in a substantial amount of enthusiasm and love for what they do. Taking some advice from the band, I am going to get on my motorcycle and scream their songs into my helmet while isolated on the open road, because there is nothing in the world that would make me happier in this moment.