Mike Metzger

Mike Metzger was practically born on a motorcycle, racing by six and raised by a father who treated every weekend like a job with one acceptable outcome: winning. Metz became a Loretta Lynn’s amateur champion and a legitimate professional racer, but his imagination kept pulling him outside the lines.

He studied BMX magazines, then secretly transferred can-cans, heel-clickers, Nac Nacs and no-handers onto his motorcycle when his father wasn’t watching. When Crusty Demons opened motocross’s Pandora’s box, Metz was ready.

He joined Deegan, Hart and the first generation of riders turning natural terrain into a competition over who could jump bigger, invent something new and look better doing it. Metz is where MOTO NINETIES brings racing discipline into collision with freestyle creativity. He didn’t see tricks as goofing around; he saw technical progression and got pissed when judges failed to understand what they were watching.

His artistic instinct helped transform motorcycles and gear from identical corporate race machines into personalized weapons with cut plastics, baggies, grab holes, custom helmets and actual attitude. Freestyle gave Metz a larger canvas, but beneath the tattoos and wild footage remained the same kid his father created: intensely competitive and fully convinced he should win.