They plan the routes, sweep the back and pick you up when you drop it. Mostly because they've dropped it first.
Hates people. Hates crowds. So naturally he built the biggest adventure riding community in the UAE, with more WhatsApp groups than he can count, an app and a rally.
Questions his life choices daily and considers leaving his own groups about ten times a day. Still replies to rider messages faster than to his own family. Believes most problems can be solved with a zip tie, a rock, a hammer or a two-word curse in blended Arabic and Italian.
Firm believer that you need to see the fucken line.
Riders who lead GOT rides and run our events. They wrote their own bios. We've regretted it since.
Our own Nazim GPT: the first to reply to anything, the first to commit to anything. Follow him at your own risk, even though, trust me bro, he'll get you there.
Was asked for a sarcastic bio and outsourced it to Gemini. Raises a ride's skill level the moment he hears the word "beginner".
When he drops the bike (often), his friends do the lifting while he films it for the laughs later.
"Let your friends go first."
Emirati, Canadian and Palestinian: three identities, still no idea where he belongs. The identity crisis came long before the midlife one, which started on a BMW GSA 1200 and downsized to a KTM 690 when his knees filed for early retirement.
Trained with the legendary Chris Birch, though Birch may deny any involvement. Doubles as the crew's official Arabic translator, defusing more trailside situations than any first aid kit.
Swapped snow for sand because apparently he enjoys falling over in every climate.
Rides a KTM, so if anyone breaks down it'll probably be him. He's packed accordingly.
Swapped road riding for desert sand because falling over on tarmac wasn't enough. Asks too many questions and spends more time researching KTM parts than actually riding.
Knows some spots in the desert so well, he's visited them horizontally.
Started on the road: smooth tarmac, fast corners and the illusion of complete control. Decided that was too boring, and falling over became part of the training program.
A couple of crashes taught him to listen and observe instead of just sending it. Still pretends he meant to take that wrong turn.
If you can't ride it, make sure someone gets a good photo of you trying.
South African by birth, desert addict by choice. Firm believer that a 250 kg adventure bike belongs where even camels think twice.
Enjoys long rides, questionable route choices and convincing others that "it's just a short loop". Known for meticulous trip planning, occasionally followed by spectacularly poor personal decisions.
"If you're not early, you're late." Getting stuck doesn't count.
French, Swiss, British and Lebanese. Product designer by trade, identity crisis by birth.
Started on custom motorcycles at 24, chasing petrol, grease and freedom. Discovered off-road crossing Africa in a 4x4, then traded four wheels for two in Dubai. After a year of expensive R&D and questionable decisions, from MX bikes to heavyweight twins, he found his match: the Ducati DesertX.
Oversized, stubborn and always up for an adventure. Not the fastest rider, but he'll pick your bike up as many times as it takes.
Ride hard, laugh harder.
CFO by trade, so every GOT idea gets a cost-benefit analysis before he commits to it. Posts in the leaders' group about once a quarter, and every message reads like a board memo.
Rides enduro bikes only, and slowly. Lazy by design: why rush when you can arrive eventually? Totally reliable, as long as you have time to wait for him to appear. Insists first aid training is "a baseline, not only for riding, for life". He's had plenty of time to think about it at the back of the pack.
Slow is smooth. Smooth is… still slow.
Born in Italy and on two wheels as soon as the law allowed. Started on tarmac, passed through mud and ended up on sand.
Tries to be his own mechanic, with poor and questionable results. The only technology he hates is the one controlling an engine. Always hunting for a new brand, yet always ending up with the one that gives him the most problems.
If you hear someone shouting or laughing while you're stuck in a ditch, it's probably him. On ride days he spares no time for videos, pictures or stories… unless his bike breaks down. A cold one after a long, sweaty ride is to him what a cigarette is after… you know… coffee.
"Se sei incerto, tieni aperto." When in doubt, keep it pinned.
