COLORS
Some are inherited.
Some are chosen.
Some divide.
Some bring people together.
COLORS began in Northeast Portland, Oregon — where a bandana was never just fabric. It meant belonging. Family at a cost. Camaraderie with consequences.
What stayed with me was not the violence.
It was the loyalty.
A color. A pattern. A symbol people could attach meaning to and defend. Years later, MotoStreet became my way of building that same sense of family through a different language.
Not territory.
Not division.
Something chosen.
COLORS
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COLORS MEAN
I grew up in Northeast Portland, Oregon.
Where I came from, a bandana was never just a pattern. It represented belonging. Family at a cost. Camaraderie with consequences.
For some people, those symbols only carry negative meaning. Drugs. Gangs. Violence. The parts people point to first.
But what stayed with me was the loyalty.
A color. A pattern. A piece of fabric. People could attach so much meaning to something simple and treat it like it stood for everything.
That idea never left me.
With MotoStreet, I found another version of that same feeling. The motorcycle community has its own loyalty. Its own family. Its own unspoken code.
But it also carries loss.
Different circumstances. Different risks. Same reminder that the people around you are not guaranteed forever.
COLORS connects those two worlds: the symbol I grew up around and the community I chose to build.
It was originally created by me, for me.
Not as a product. Not as a release plan. As an object that represented where I came from without letting that place decide where I was going.
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