It’s never been easy to be an American craftsman, but we’ve never been ones to take the easy way out. We prefer things handmade, the long way, with tools forged in fire by those who bleed sweat. The devil in the details? We know him by name. We sold him our soul sometime in the 80s. Ever since then, we’ve been under his curse: to craft the best damn ride you’ll ever have. Because, like you, we ride for the feeling of freedom. And hand-crafting that is as American as it gets.

Our entire operation runs out of a New England country factory flanked by a rural river in Palmer, MA. The facility itself is a spectacle of its own, as is our time-honored process of crafting seats that unfolds there every day. If you ever feel like dropping in, don’t, but we’d be happy to schedule you a tour instead.