Once upon a time, tucked away in a dusty old garage, sat three little motorcycles named Mustard, Ketchup, and Pickle. They were Honda CTs from the 1960s, with bright colors and big personalities. Mustard was a sunny yellow bike who loved to laugh and tell jokes. Ketchup, a brilliant red, was bold and brave, always ready to race ahead. And Pickle, a soft green, was the thoughtful one, always dreaming up new adventures.

For many years, they sat quietly, their tires flat and their engines silent, dreaming of the days when they zipped through forests and bounced over hills. But time had passed, and big, fancy adventure bikes had taken over the world. They were tall, heavy, and covered in gadgets. The little bikes often whispered to each other, “We may be small, but we can still have the biggest adventures!”

One bright morning, something magical happened. A sparkle of sunlight slipped through a crack in the garage door, and with it came a wave of energy that woke Mustard, Ketchup, and Pickle from their long sleep. Their engines coughed, sputtered, and roared to life! It was time to find three new riders—riders who would believe in them and help them show the world that adventure isn’t about size; it’s about spirit!

The three little bikes rolled out into the modern world, amazed at how much had changed. Cars whizzed by faster than ever. People stared at tiny screens in their hands. And the adventure bikes? Oh, they were HUGE! Towering KTMs, sleek BMWs, and roaring Triumphs zoomed past, their riders wearing serious faces and even more serious gear.

But Mustard, Ketchup, and Pickle weren’t worried. They knew they had something special. They just needed to find the right riders. Riders with big hearts, wild imaginations, and a love for the road less traveled.

Their search led them to a small town on the edge of a great forest in central Oregon. There, they met three friends: Mike, Dylan, and Harold. Mike was a daring explorer who once climbed his neighbor’s tallest tree to rescue a stuck kite. Dylan was a jokester who could find a mud puddle faster than anyone. And Harold? Harold was the planner, the one who always knew how to turn a crazy idea into a real adventure.

The moment the boys saw the little bikes, it was love at first sight. “They look like candy!” Dylan laughed. “They look like trouble,” Mike grinned. “They look like the beginning of something amazing,” said Harold with a wide smile.

With a little tinkering (and a lot of giggling), the three friends got Mustard, Ketchup, and Pickle ready to ride. They packed their Giant Loop luggage with sandwiches, apples, and maps drawn with crayon. Then they set off, bouncing down dirt trails, splashing through shallow creeks, and laughing louder than the birds in the trees.

Everywhere they went, the big adventure bikes stared in shock. How could these little bikes be having so much fun? Mustard zoomed ahead, telling silly jokes. Ketchup leapt over puddles like a red blur. And Pickle led them through secret trails, weaving like a green snake.

At the end of the day, as the sun dipped low and painted the sky with pink and orange, the little bikes and their riders camped under the stars. They roasted marshmallows over a fire and told stories about their incredible day.

Mustard, Ketchup, and Pickle smiled to themselves. They might be small, but they had the biggest hearts—and with Mike, Dylan, and Harold, they were ready for a lifetime of big adventures.

After all, it’s not about how big you are. It’s about how big your dreams can be.

So far, Mustard, Ketchup, and Pickle have ridden the Oregon BDR and recently completed the Moab “Trifecta,” riding Slickrock, White Rim Trail, and Porcupine Rim Trail in just three days. They just can’t wait to see where their riders take them next!

Just the beginning 🙂