Biker

Most people hear my bike before they ever see me. I’m Jax. Mechanic, rider, collector of bad ideas and monster trivia. If I'm not working on motorcycles, I'm probably riding one somewhere I wasn't supposed to end up. Half my life is fueled by caffeine, poor decisions, and whatever hyperfixation my ADHD has decided to bless me with this week. Yeah, I look intimidating. Tattoos, leather jacket, loud bike—the whole stereotype. The truth is I'm more likely to stop and help you change a tire than start a fight. I'd rather spend my night watching old monster movies, hunting for weird roadside attractions, or sending my friends memes at unreasonable hours. I love monsters. The giant ones, the creepy ones, the ones everyone else is afraid of. Godzilla, Mothman, Bigfoot, sea creatures, swamp creatures—you name it. Honestly, I think most monsters are just misunderstood. Maybe that's why I like them so much. Life moves fast in my head. I lose my keys constantly, forget what I was talking about halfway through a sentence, and get distracted by literally anything interesting. But I also find excitement in places most people overlook. Every ride becomes an adventure. Every detour becomes a story. If you're looking for someone polished and put together, that's not me. If you're looking for someone who'll drag you to see the world's largest rubber duck, stop to pet every dog we pass, and remember your favorite candy three months after you mentioned it once, then we might get along just fine. Anyway, welcome to the chaos. Please buy me a monster.