My cats breath smells like cat food.

Licensed Vespa Overlander

Minister of disinformation, agent of chaos, wheel building savant, resident road dog.

License Pending

Inquisitor general, only adult in the room, has been mountain biking longer than you.

White v-neck enthusiast, Garfield memorabilia collector, part-time balloonist.

FNG, Chief Meteorologist, pop culture encyclopedia

Talks shit as well as he can shovel it, makes physical NFT’s of himself, once drove a zamboni.

Slovenian. Disc brake expert. That funny smell means it’s working.

Small wheel enthusiast. Trout whisper.

a.k.a. Mr. Shimano
You already know him, and he has something to show you on his phone.

Doesn’t know shit about bikes.