World's Greatest Dad, Motorcycle Enthusiast, Bronco Fund Manager,
Garage Kingpin & Professional Jokester
Seen here: receiving the universal hand-heart salute.
That's the highest Yelp review a dad can get. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
John doesn't just have a detached garage — he added on to it. That's the kind of energy we're dealing with. It's part showroom, part workshop, part dealership, part chrome-plating facility.
The flat-six beast. Chrome on chrome on chrome.
The touring throne. Two wheels, infinite comfort.
Classic cruiser. Probably has more chrome now than when Honda built it.
Big. Blue. Beautiful. The classic Bronco era kid finally got his modern beast.
Yes, bright green. You WILL see this car coming. No subtlety needed.
A couple. Because one tractor is never enough when you have a garage to fill.
John once sold a spare motorcycle windshield to a buyer in Europe. It arrived completely smashed. Completely. Not "a little cracked" — we're talking puzzle-piece status. The story became immortal.
Wheels, windshields, spare parts, chrome accessories — if it bolts onto a motorcycle or Bronco, John has probably bought and sold at least three of them. It's not just a hobby, it's an economic ecosystem powered by Facebook Marketplace, Craigslist, and sheer determination. This is how the Bronco Fund stays topped up: buy a part, sell a part, use the delta to buy something bigger. Every chrome accessory on those bikes? Funded by a wheel sale. Every Bronco upgrade? Financed by a trailer flip. The man is a one-person commodities exchange for motor vehicles.
John has a serious collection of 1:18 scale die cast model cars — and he doesn't just collect them, he trades them. Facebook Marketplace, Craigslist, collectors who know what they're looking for. If you need a specific model in a specific color from a specific year, John probably knows a guy. (He IS the guy.)
Motorcycle rides with his "friends." The quotes are his, not mine — but they seem like real friends.
Monthly game night. What happens at card night stays at card night. (Unless someone loses badly, then everyone hears about it.)
The fastest-growing sport in America. John was probably playing it before it was cool.
Table football. Where the spins are questionable and the victories are legendary.
Before the Bronco Fund and the motorcycle fleet, there were Cub Scouts, Boy Scouts, wrestling tournaments, and one very dedicated dad who showed up for all of it.
Weekend warrior dad mode. Drove to every tournament. Probably gave better pep talks than the coach.
First adventures. First badges. First time realizing Dad can build literally anything.
Camps. Hikes. Fires. Knots that nobody remembers how to tie anymore. Dad knew them all.
The block of wood + 4 wheels + gravity = the most intense Saturday morning of the year. Dad's aerodynamic advice was on point.
"It's not hoarding if it's motorcycles and die cast cars. It's curating."
— John Brey, probably