beezer knows how things work — bikes, roads, waves, and people.

Born and raised in San Diego, he’s part of a hardware dynasty, someone who literally grew up with nuts and bolts in his blood. He cut his teeth on dirt bikes back when they felt too big and too fast — and never looked back. These days, he splits time between carving California’s mountain passes and foiling glassy waves off the Pacific coast.

His bikes — a mile-eating R1250GSA and a nimble F900XR — are as tuned and balanced as his life. Fridays? His sacred launchpad for long days in the saddle, where the ride doesn’t end until the sun’s leaning low and the tank’s nearly dry. He’ll chase the art scene as easily as he chases elevation, often pointing his bars toward New Mexico when the mood strikes.

Cool-headed, easy-going, and always in motion, beezer rides with the laid-back confidence of someone who’s mastered balance — throttle, board, and life alike.

If you see a BMW parked outside a surf break or an art gallery miles from anywhere, chances are, beezer got there first.