while the world kept moving towards a faster disposable lifestyle, i felt outlawed. i was still slow. i was still riding an old yet reliable motorcycle. holding on to the nostalgia of the day when i first kick started my bike. just about nobody could understand why a corporate executive would ride a rickety motorcycle in the blistering delhi heat. for them the motorcycle was impractical, inconvenient and a sure indication that someone was insane.  

it is perhaps this connect with my motorcycle that on that wonderful february morning, the seed of trip machine was sowed. the idea was simple, to make the world of motorcycles a beautiful place to ride. we started crafting gear the only way we knew, slow and immaculate with our hands. gear that was forged with the old school mindset of build to last. crafted to stay by your ride for years, collecting memories along theway. 

the dream is adventurous but small and simple. we just want to play our petite yet significant role in building this prestigious community of outlaws that people call bikers. 

i started alone, but as time went by more old school moto heads joined the crew. we rode together and made friends from across the globe. i guess motorcycles have that magical power to bring together.today, trip machine is supported by more than 300000 customers and 40 retailers across 5 continents living the old school moto life. 

just like every great motorcycle ride, the journey is more important than the destination and

we’ll keep riding.