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Two Wheels One Love: Our Story
Where It All Started
It happened on a Sunday morning ride through the back roads outside Gettysburg. Rogers pulled up to the gas station on his Kawasaki Vacaro, rolled next to a guy on a pristine BMW R1250GS, who was parked beside someone on a blacked-out sport bike. They didn't know each other. Different bikes. Different styles. Different reasons for riding.
But when the BMW rider's bike wouldn't start, all three of them were under that seat before a word was even spoken. Twenty minutes later, they were laughing about the fix, swapping stories, and heading out together for breakfast.
That's when Rogers realized something: out here, none of the other stuff matters.
The Divide We Don't Need
We live in a world that seems hell-bent on dividing us – politics, social media, news cycles that profit from outrage. Everywhere you turn, someone's trying to tell you who to stand with and who to stand against. It's exhausting. It's unnecessary. And honestly? It's robbed us of something we used to have: the ability to just enjoy life with other people who love the same things we do.
But when you're on two wheels, something shifts. The noise fades. The divisions disappear. It doesn't matter if you voted red or blue, if you're rolling on a $50,000 custom bagger or a 20-year-old metric cruiser held together with zip ties and hope. What matters is the road ahead, the wind in your face, and the people riding beside you.
Two Wheels, One Love
Rogers started inviting people on rides – no club patches, no requirements, no hierarchies. Just an open invitation: "We're riding Saturday. You're welcome to join." Harley guys showed up. Sport bike riders showed up. Adventure tourers, Gold Wings, trikes, Triumphs, Indians, Hondas, Kawasakis – it didn't matter. Some rode solo their whole lives and were tired of it. Others had been in clubs and wanted something simpler.
What they all had in common was the love of the ride.
The group started growing. Ten riders became twenty. Twenty became fifty. They'd meet at local spots, ride through the backroads and coastlines, stop for lunch, tell stories, and head home. No drama. No politics. No judgment about what you rode or why. Just riders being riders.
Why We're Here
After years of riding, Rogers kept hearing the same thing: "Man, I wish I could find gear that represents this. Something that says we're not about the brand or the club – we’re about the ride."
So he started United Riders – a place for riders who just want to ride. A shop that doesn't care if you pull up on a Harley, a Yamaha R1, a Can-Am Spyder, or a vintage Honda. You're welcome here. You're part of this.
This isn't about selling you leather with a logo you have to earn. It's about gear that says what we all believe: the love of riding is bigger than the bike you're on.
More Than a Store
United Riders isn't just a shop – it’s a state of mind. A beliefe that riders passing through any location can stop, grab a coffee, swap stories, and maybe find out about the next group ride. It's where the Harley guy learns the sport bike rider isn't a "squid," and the adventure tourer realizes the cruiser crowd isn't stuck in the past. It's where we prove that the love of riding is universal.
In a nation that feels more divided than ever, this is our small rebellion: We choose to ride together.
No clubs. No politics. No dividing lines. Just people who love motorcycles, love the open road, and believe that the journey is better when you've got good people alongside you - no matter what they're riding.
Join the Ride
Whether you're local or just passing through, you're part of this. Grab some gear that represents what we stand for. Check the calendar for the next ride. Pull up, say hello, and let's put some miles down together.
Because at the end of the day, it's simple:
Two wheels. One love. Let's ride.
United Riders – Gettysburg, PA
Riders Welcome. All Makes. All Models. All Stories.