The Founder

Del Palmer

FOUNDER · SOUL · BRAND GUARDIAN

A pair of weathered hands working a wrench on a carburetor

Some say Ohio. Some say Tennessee. He's never bothered to correct anybody.

Del Palmer isn't managing a brand. He's sharing something he loves — humble, grassroots, greasy-fingered motorcycle culture — with anyone genuine enough to recognize it. The Carb Club is his baby. Not a business first, not a platform, not a play. A thing he built out of love for American vintage iron and the people who choose to live that way.

He didn't set out to build something. He gave out hand-stamped patches to riders he respected. The rest accumulated around that.

What He Guards

EARNED, NOT BOUGHT.

BROTHERS, NOT OUTLAWS.

EFI OPTIMIZES. CARBS FEEL.

The Gate

"Does this feel like something you'd earn, or something you'd buy?"

Every design that ships answers to that question first. No manufactured distress. Nothing designed by committee. Nothing that would look at home in a mall. Nothing that announces itself instead of just being itself.

"The carb doesn't lie. Neither do I."

"We don't recruit. We recognize."