About

Jay Hart

In my own words, I would say that vintage Indy Car design would be my biggest influence. Almost everything that I have learned, whether it be mechanical or design, as well as every craft has been shaped and molded by the old timers of the Gasoline Alley family. It definitely comes out in my builds. Gasoline alley was originally inside of the track at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway and housed all of the local race teams in the garages for many years. It burned to the ground in the 70s and was moved to its present location just outside the track across the street from the main gate. This place is a young fabricators playground. I owe every piece of success to these guys. I wake up and come to work at my garage which is surrounded by some of the most talented fabricators in the world. World class craftsmanship is a must to be accepted by the Gasoline Alley community. These old guys are brutal if you’re not up to par. Bethany and I spend a lot of time with these guys who are solely responsible for the way racing was when it was truly an amazing race of innovation. I have taken a lot of notes from these veterans and choose to be more of a “hands-on/control freak” sort of fellow.

Every piece of my machines are one of a kind. A lot of people who claim to be motorcycle builders in this industry are actually just motorcycle assemblers. Where as we design the chassis, bend the tubing, form the sheet metal, weld the metal, build the engines and transmissions, tool the leather, machine the parts and on and on… other folks buy this or buy that and have others do this or do that and then bolt it up all neat like. Not the way I choose to play the game. To do it the way the “other guy” does it would bore the holy dog shit out of me. I want to try new things, be an inventor, follow through with new twists on old ideas even if it means disaster. The guy that deserves true respect is the guy that fearlessly leaps into new uncharted waters, not the guy who sits in the “kiddy-pool” pickin’ his nose(ha-ha ,Hart philosophy… scary!).