Raised on the mountain.
Named for it.
We grew up chasing each other up ridgelines on Kauaʻi and Oʻahu — long before anyone called it “training.” Racing took us around the world. The fade at hour six followed us everywhere, and so did the same thought: everything we needed was growing back home.
So we came back and built it. Paʻakai from salt ponds that have been worked for generations. Māmaki — a leaf that grows nowhere else on Earth — from island farms we name on every bag. Real fuel, because the mountain doesn’t care how hydrated you are if the tank is empty.
MAUNA is ours. The mountain isn’t. Everyone is welcome on it — that’s the ohana part, and we mean it.















