About Radius Ramp Co.

Let me tell you how this company got its name — because it's not a metaphor.

RADIUS (noun): 1. The curve that defines every transition ever built. 2. A bone in your forearm. I broke mine in three places skating — full dislocation, ER reduction, surgery two days later. There's a plate and screws holding my radius together RIGHT NOW. This company is named by that bone. Not a branding exercise. An X-ray.

Here's the thing about a broken wrist: it takes skating away, but it doesn't take your hands away. So I went small. Fingerboards. And I figured out fast that what I loved most wasn't riding the obstacles — it was BUILDING them.

That part wasn't new. Before Radius Ramp Co., I was a builder — commercial builds, workbenches, custom pieces still in service and taking abuse years later. Reception desks. Load-bearing platforms. The real stuff. Building things that LAST is where I come from. Radius Ramp Co. is that same craft, scaled down.

Which brings us to what makes our obstacles different:

Every one is built by hand: Cut, glued, clamped and finished one at a time in a U.S. workshop — the Radius mark burned in, the serial ink-stamped, nobody else's. Nothing comes off a line. It gets built, then it gets signed.

Solid Baltic birch. EVERY. LAYER. WOOD. No hollow box. No foam. No plastic. The big brands build hollow and wrap the seams in stickers. I build slabs and show you the side — because there's nothing to hide. When your truck hits a Radius obstacle it doesn't rattle. It THUDS. Ride both and you'll know: that sound is the whole difference.

Small runs, because one person can only build so much. When a batch is gone, it's gone until I build the next one.

This isn't a factory. It's one builder, a stack of birch, and a bone with a story.

Mind your radius. 🦴

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