Welcome to Buscadero

Where vintage pit bikes roam free like outlaws of the old West, and the only thing louder than the exhaust is the Merle Haggard record howlin' in the pits by the campfire on a Friday night.

If you’ve ever tuned a carburetor with a pocketknife or judged a man by the height of his trucker hat, you’re in the right place.

We like our bikes gas-powered, our weekends unsupervised, and our stories unfiltered. So ditch the desk, meet us in the desert, saddle up, and let's RIDE.