kman rides like he’s chasing the horizon — and sometimes, his own thoughts.

Born in New York, now calling San Diego home, he’s carved his path across Patagonia, Baja, Europe, and the vast reaches of Australia. His machines — from big Bavarian beasts to featherweight rally weapons — are as varied as the terrain he rides, each suited to a different kind of mischief.

He’s fast. Assertive. Tactical. Especially when the road turns to dust — because if there’s one thing kman won’t tolerate, it’s riding second in a dirt cloud. He pushes to the front with a grin, claiming clean air and the best view. On pavement, he’s equally precise — having ridden nearly every mountain pass California has to offer, often with a cold beer waiting at the end.

And yet, now and then, you’ll catch him drifting. Not the rear wheel — the mind. Eyes on the horizon, throttle steady, lost in the rhythm of the road.

Because for kman, riding isn’t just motion — it’s meditation at speed.