
Shop it here. Live distributor pricing on parts and gear, every size the warehouse carries, stock re-verified when you order. Pick up in Centerville or ship it.
Factory parts for Rieju, TM Racing, and Segway Powersports — plus gear, oil, tires, and accessories for everything else through national distributors. Search the counter by part number or name, add it to your cart, and we re-check stock and price before anything is charged.
From fluid changes to two-stroke top-ends. Our lines get factory-trained attention; everything else gets honest wrenching at honest rates. Tell us the symptom, we'll get you a slot.
Our full online parts counter runs on live distributor warehouse data — stock re-verified the moment you order, honest arrival windows, free pickup at the shop.
First run of Salto Moto merch — preorder at the shop, tell us your size, pick it up at Session №1 in September or we'll ship it. Printed in small batches, which is a fancy way of saying when they're gone, they're gone.
Heavyweight cotton, plate logo front, "Ride · Explore · Repeat" on the back. Ink or paper colorway.
The one you leave in the truck on purpose. Embroidered plate, kangaroo pocket, built for canyon mornings.
Structured snapback, stitched plate patch. Looks correct at a trailhead and a parent-teacher conference.
Pricing and checkout go live with the drop. Until then, pick yours up at Session №1 in September.
Helmet, boots, jacket, gloves — the whole kit. We hold dealer accounts with the same national distributors the big stores buy from, so you get real gear at real prices from people who will actually tell you if a helmet fits wrong. Browse by category, brand and size; every listing shows whether it's sitting in a regional warehouse or coming from the extended network.
Same distributors, same prices, and a human at the counter who owns your order by name. We never print a ship date we don't control, we re-verify stock before we charge, and if our fitment badge was wrong the return label's on us. Retail with a human in the loop. That's the anti-dealer way.
Call the shop. Come by. Bring the RM250 story. Worst case, you stand around a motorcycle for an hour and drive home slightly more alive than you left.
