In 2010 a pack of wolves gathered in the depths of the Galician forests. They would've taken whatever they wanted, but it was nowhere to be found. So they made it themselves. Their motorcycles are fuelled by a lust for raw energy and a hunger for power while their garment collections embody their ethos perfectly: only dance to the beat of your own drum. Who The Fuck is El Solitario? Depends who's asking.