2141 Hwy 9, Deary, ID 83843

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Matt, my boy.

I don't remember ever not riding a motorcycle. Riding is definitely a part of who I am. I especially love North Idaho. The area around our cabin is always good for a quick loop or an all-day ride.

On my 16th birthday, I tested for my motorcycle endorsement, and I recently bought a Katana for street riding.

I am looking forward to graduating high school and taking a trip down the Pacific Coast on my street bike, spending time riding and camping with friends.

The Littles

Emily, my oldest.

I got my first bike when I was 4 years old. Some of my best memories are of riding on the kiddie track at Christmas Hills, learning to "catch air" over the jumps. I recently got a Yamaha WR250F which I absolutely love. I got my motorcycle endorsement when I turned 16, and I have a 250 Ninja for commutes. I miss my motorcycles when I am away at college, but I always look forward to coming home for rides with my family.

My sidekick...

My wife, Jill.

I grew up on a farm, so my Honda 50 provided transportation as well as entertainment. I didn’t really develop my love of riding until my boyfriend (now my husband) bought me a little YZ 80 and took me to the woods. The rest, as they say, is history.
Twenty-five years later, riding is still our favorite pastime. We love to head out on a Friday afternoon with only a vague idea of where the day will take us. Wherever it may be, we always come home happy.

Welcome to my world...

you may never want to leave.    Ryan Groseclose, owner

At ten years old, I fell in love.
I knew I wanted to ride before I ever had a motorcycle. I worked small jobs, mowing lawns and squirreling away my cash until I had enough to buy my first bike. Since that day nearly 40 years ago, I have carried my passion for riding. In fact, I have spent most of my life sharing my love with anyone who wants to tag along.
As a young buck, I spent time racing in the woods, on motocross tracks, even on a street bike at the raceway. I couldn’t get enough. Even when the bike got the best of me—as it inevitably will sometimes—I measured my recovery by days and minutes until I was ready to ride again.
As I have gotten older, I have learned to appreciate my time on the bike more. I especially enjoy spending time riding with my family and friends new and old. For me, sharing the experience of riding along a challenging trail or even a stretch of highway is one of life’s greatest pleasures.