My name is Asaf Solomon and I have been riding motorcycles since I was a little kid, not only riding them but mainly dismantling them and then trying to put them back together, sometimes succeeding and sometimes ending up with a heap of parts, parts of which function and origin I was not at all sure of.

A few years ago, I was riding off-road with a friend of mine, on what was supposed to be a three-day, long weekend, off-road motorcycle trip…. beautiful scenery …. some peace of mind…. And of course, three days of riding our motorcycles…. or so we thought.

Now, I am a pretty adapt motorcycle mechanic in a DIY haphazard sort of way and I figured that in three days of hard off-road riding there are bound to be some mechanical issues that will need to be addressed along the trip, I took my off-road tool kit that was supposed to take care of all the minor and common problems one encounters on such excursions, boy was I in for a surprise!

As we were nearing  the end of first day of riding, getting close to our due camping ground for the night, a bolt was broken on my friend's motorcycle, not only that, but it was also rusted and didn't come out all the way but got stuck half-way, not holding the part it was supposed to hold and not allowing us to take the part off entirely and keep riding, it was very dangerous to keep riding in that state and nothing we could do with the tools I brought helped one little bit, after an hour of sweating and cursing and even a little jumping up and down and shouting in frustration, with the broken bolt still ever so tightly and immovably stuck, darkness has fallen and we gave up, gathered some wood and made camp right there alongside our bikes.

It was a great night (which just goes to show), we shared stories and jokes and slept underneath the stars….but the frustrating feeling of helplessness never really left me that night, some jobs are easy enough if you have the right tools but become totally impossible without them, it was on that night, looking up at the stars that I started to design the GS-360 all grip multi-tool so that I will never get stuck like that again, so that I will always have the right tool for the job.

Next morning, after about an hour more of the aforementioned sweating and cursing we called a friend with a pick-up truck to come and, well, pick us up. We took our motorcycles to said friend's workshop, drilled the rusted bolt out and put in a new one instead. Our friend took us to the trail we were originally on and we resumed our trip, making it a four-day trip instead of a three-day one.

We finished the trip with no other problems (probably lady karma stepped in at that point), enjoyed ourselves immensely, with me sketching designs for the GS-360 all grip tool at every stop, actually had to sketch them on the bike's maintenance manual since it was the only piece of paper available (sketching on toilet paper is an impossible job.)

So that's it, now you know how the GS-360 all grip came to life, it was born of a dire necessity, like most good things.