Growing up in Florence, Italy I was introduced to a dangerous and addictive world that I was not familiar with. No matter which way I turned, they were right in front of me. There was no way for me to escape the temptation and eventually I was sucked into the not so underground world of motorcycles. To make a long story short, I was obsessed.

They were beautiful, they were sexy, and of course they were fast, especially when driving on autobahns with no speed limits. Oh, those were the good old days.

After I got married, moved to Los Angeles, and had kids I knew that the responsible thing to do was to put aside my not so safe hobby, but I kept dreaming of a day when I could get back on the saddle.

I had promised my better half that I would not buy myself a motorcycle until my kids graduated from high school (my wife says it was until they graduated from college, BUT SHE IS WRONG). Still, that didn’t stop me from buying the pretty things that come with the motorcycle world.

So, I started buying cool jackets in size 38 with the promise that one day, when I am allowed to buy a motorcycle, I would have the appropriate safety gear. Then, as time passed, I moved onto size 40, 42, and 44 jackets. What can I say, as I got older, I also got wider, but definitely not wiser – please do me a solid and don’t ask for my current jacket size.

Somehow, it looks like my addiction expanded to jackets and motorcycle parts as well, and as a result I am now sitting on a big warehouse with thousands of beautiful items that I can’t possibly use for my personal needs. But they sure are pretty.

One day in 2012, the smart part of me asked myself: why don’t you share your collection with other motorcycle enthusiasts? That was how American Biker Skin was born.

I shop, speak, and dream about vintage motorcycles, along with their parts and gears, every day. Sharing my passion with other fellow biker friends, who have now become my vendors and customers, keeps the momentum and excitement alive for me, and I see no end in sight.