Before you risk your precious holiday time with someone you haven't even been formally introduced to, maybe we should let David Griffiths tell you a little about us:


"The office"
" Remember the movie 'Groundhog Day'? Well, our particular mid-life crisis involved making sure if that ever happened to us, we would know exactly where we would want to wake up. When we found it we had little choice but to move here. All that remained was to justify our lifestyle to the bank manager... And what better way than to spend our time saving poor biking souls from bad weather, overcrowded roads, Gatso cameras and partners with unrealistic expectations of a sunday rideout to the seaside.

Having spent my working life in business in the UK I had a chance a few years ago to run away.  I immediately grabbed it with both hands but the constraints of two teenage daughters with advanced qualifications in retail acquisition meant I couldn't spend my later years backpacking around the world as I had planned.  I had to find something to do which didn't involve too much effort or any products designed by the great Mr Gates.  A chance encounter with an australian biker on a ferry from Santander gave me the answer - motorcycle holidays! 

I come from a biking family having started racing aged 12 and grown up around my fathers Grand Prix team, sharing my youth with the likes of Kork Ballington, Mick Grant, Barry Ditchburn, Steve Baker and Chas Mortimer and have ridden bikes all my life so doing it for a living sounded like my perfect job. Add to that the thought of a job where every customer just wanted to relax and have a good time and the die was cast.

A year spent scouting out the best bits of Europe led me to the south of France for the sunshine, accessibility and pace of life and to St Remy de Provence as the best little biking centre in the world - its half way between Spain and Italy, it has over 80 restauarants and cafes, it has history and culture, its incredibly beautiful and it has over 300 days of sunshine each year.  Add that to a small range of hills - the Alpilles - literally on our doorstep with 50 miles of windy but empty alpine roads and you have biking heaven.  When I found the building of our dreams - a purpose built workshop, garage and offices I knew I had found home..."

"2002 was our settling in / learning the ropes year during which I met local motorcycle guru, engineer and Velocette specialist Julian Rachet - half french and half scottish making a fascinating mix of scottish pessimism and french pessimism to keep me, well, grounded. We spotted an opportunity to take on the Ural sidecar franchise for southern france and set up MotoPro's sister company selling modern oldies and real classics - Jurassic Motors.

The sidecars quickly became a big part of our lives and of Moto Pro's holiday fleet offering.  We now offer a full sidecar school catering for all levels of sidecariste from total beginner (2 day introduction) to advanced and off-roading course (could take the rest of your life!)

Now capably assisted by Neil and Sarah Thomas and Chris our pocket philosopher, we offer guided tours, ride-alone tours, St Remy-based holidays, sidecar driving school and our new classic bike school - where you can learn how to ride, maintain and renovate old motorcycles. 

Whatever you are looking for - relaxing holiday with bikes or a pan-european adventure we would love to try to make it all happen for you - why not give us call?

 

Julian on his Thruxton - he still has the bike but dont even think about asking to borrowing it...

1979 - I'm the dodgy haircut on the right along with
Kork Ballington and my dad Sid Griffiths

No wonder he looked pleased - the chairman, Chas Mortimer and Mike Hailwood just after we won the TT...

 

but back to the present..


Next Years Hire Fleet



"I love my job"

 

 

 

 

Telephone from the US: 011 33 4 32 60 15 66..... From UK: 00 33 4 32 60 15 66
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