The one road every rider on earth should be measured against.
Route line traced from OpenStreetMap — the real GPX drops when we ride it with the GoPro.
A knife-edge ridge with pavement on top and canyons falling away on both sides. Respect it; savor it.
9,600 feet of aspen switchbacks — 30 degrees cooler than the desert you just left.
The road pours through bare sandstone like it was routed by water. It basically was.





An All-American Road, which is a federal designation meaning the road itself is the destination — and for once the government undersold something. You climb Boulder Mountain through aspens, drop into the slickrock moonscape of Escalante, and then hit the Hogback: a ridge with a yellow line on top and a couple hundred feet of nothing on either side. You will pull over a lot. Not because you're tired — because your brain keeps filing formal complaints that none of this can be real. Budget twice the time you think. Then add lunch in Boulder.
Anything with a tank range over 150 miles. This is the sport-tourer's Super Bowl — but we'd take the XDiavel and just accept the fuel-stop math.
Torrey, Boulder, Escalante, Tropic. Do not skip Boulder.
Gates, weather and closures change — check conditions before you ride. Ride your own ride.
The shop is the trailhead. Text us and we'll tell you when the next ride-out rolls — all machines, all paces, zero judgment about how long it's been.