Davey’s Speed Co. started in Minnesota, in two car garage—long before it ever had a name.

Davey was born and raised in Blaine, MN where he met my mom in 7th grade. I always remember her saying as I was growing up “ I saw him through a window and knew he would be my husband one day”. Fast forward to 1986 and that statement came true. Almost 4 years later they became parents and welcomed me into the world. 4 years later we welcomed my brother. Davey's was more than a name. He was a dad, my dad. He taught me how to moto through life. A rider. A teacher. A friend. He taught me no matter what life throws at you don't give up. They did whatever they could to provide an amazing childhood.

The kind of guy who handed down busted knuckles, two-stroke smoke, and dreams way bigger than the Midwest garage they started in. One day in 4th grade after being taken to the supercross a year or two prior he picked me up from school in his pickup which was weird because he drove dock truck. He said, "we’re going to get your bike". It was a 1996 kx60. That day started my moto and two-wheel addiction. They pinched and saved for that bike, and I cherish that moment to my core.

He was also human.

In 2021 he was diagnosed with stage 4 colon and liver cancer. That news crushed me, but he stilled seemed like my father, a stoic man that could be broke by nothing. A little over a year later I watched that same man struggle to load wood onto the log splitter but refused to quit, well at least in front of us.

He fought hard. He hurt quietly.

He told us there’s always a way out—until life backed him into a corner with cancer and mental battles he couldn’t outrun.

He took his life in November 2022.

Losing him broke something in me I didn’t know could break.

It left me wrecked, searching for a way to carry the weight and the memories without letting them crush me.
So I went back to the only places that ever felt like home—riding, wrenching, and building something with my own two hands.

That’s how Davey’s Speed Co. was born.

Not from a business plan, but from the wreckage. With hope that I could help another struggling person.

From the hope that maybe this little brand could help someone else hold on when life gets heavy.

Because if this thing can give even one person a reason to keep chasing their own next dream-then every ounce of this fight has been worth it. Before losing my dad to suicide I battled my own mental demons. Losing him made those demons into thing I couldn't imagine. I fought like hell to get to where I'm at mentally and if I can share that hope and bliss through my art, design, and love of moto then it is all worth it.

This brand isn’t about pretending we have it all figured out.

It’s about honoring the ones still showing up—the garage builders, the local track privateers, the people pushing through broken dreams to chase new ones.

It’s about reminding people that they aren’t alone.

We started over. We built this from scratch.

And every product, every sale, every word you read here

is a reminder that the dream isn’t dead,

This is for Davey. This is for you.