Est. 2019 — Besançon, France
Swept bars, step-through frame. The one that lives in the hallway and gets ridden to the bakery on Sunday.
27.5" wheels, reinforced fork. The one that got mud on the kitchen floor every Tuesday last October.
Dual battery, rack mounts, fenders standard. The one that made a Saturday last until Wednesday.
Every Arroyo starts as a sketch on graph paper in our workshop on Rue de la Vigne. No market research. No focus groups. Just a frame geometry that feels right on a Tuesday night descent through the forest above the Doubs, and a motor tune that delivers power the way a good drum kit delivers a fill — present when you need it, invisible when you don't.
We test on limestone. We test on mud. We test on the cobblestones of the old town at 2am when the streets are empty enough to hear the motor hum. Then we ship.
No dealers. No showrooms. Direct