Deus makes motorcycles. Stripped down and rebuilt. Customized for your life and revved up for everything else. Deus makes four gears and loose throttles. Wind in your hair and thunder in your guts. Full speed towards the volcano. And that’s just the beginning. Deus makes surfboards. Deus makes coffee. Deus makes music. Deus makes things happen.
That’s what Deus makes. For everything else, there is the Temple of Enthusiasm. For caffeine and gasoline. For burnt rubber and trimming fins. For fiberglass and blues. For tacos and tattoos. The Temple is where you end up from never going home. The Temple is the destination where the road doesn’t end.
This is Bali. This is the once-quiet village called Canngu. With its winding rice-paddy back roads and a surf breaks for every appetite, this is where the Deus Temple of Enthusiasm takes root. Like some strange new tree. Like an alien ship. Not like anything else. The Temple must be seen to be understood.
There is beer on tap. There is art on walls. There is shaping bays and surfboards stacked like sets out the back. There is photo studios and Thai food fusion. Cocktails built by hand and paint spilled on the floor. Everything is fast and smooth and toes over the noes. Music in your ears and flashbulbs in your eyes. Hand-carved skateboards and fixed gear pushies. Surfboards and sushi. Movie nights and drag races. It doesn’t stop there.
This is the prayer of greasy hands. This is the path of resin-stuck sandals. This is the sacred ground on which we dig. Welcome to the Temple of Enthusiasm. Yes, we make motorcycles and surfboards. But it’s everything in between that makes us.
Get here and you’ll understand.