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Slidetoberfest is what happens when you throw boards, bikes, and Bali into a blender and forget to put the lid on. Born to celebrate the Deus Temple of Enthusiasm’s opening, at fifteen years of age, it’s an annual excuse for organised mayhem… part pilgrimage, part piss-take, all heart.

The crack of dawn on a Saturday saw us chuckin' three of our race bikes into the back of the van. The crew was buzzing. We’d got a call from the Tasik Adventure mob, and when they say they're throwing a party, you just show up, no questions asked.

September 6th in Munich marked more than just another night on the calendar, rather it was the official launch of MINI JCW X Deus, a partnership a year (and then some) in the making.

Custom War has become one of the most anticipated custom culture shows here in Bali. It's a proper platform for fans of custom culture to share ideas, get inspired, and plunge into their passion.

Deni was up against the best of the best in the finals. Gayung, Gilang, and Riki Fauzi. The pressure was on. But he has one big takeaway from the day before’s semi-final: it paid to be patient.

That morning, the last Sunday of June 2025, Bali breathed under a mist of drizzle. The wet season, which should’ve long packed up and left, stuck around just long enough to soak a single Sunday. But at the courtyard of Deus Temple Canggu, rain wasn’t a delay—it was the opening act.

DGR is a firm fixture on the Bali riding calendar. 2025 marked our 12th. The ride draws members of the local and expat communities together. We also have something a lot of other cities don't have. One of the prettiest rides in the world.

Deus SlidetoberFest marks Deus Ex Machina Indonesia’s 14th birthday bash, and what better way to kick off the long weekend than with the Deus Bali Swank Rally…

With no more of an idea than to fly along the highway until the buildings give way to trees, then hang a hard left. Riding by the seat of our pants we plotted a twisted route, the less ridden the better.

We awoke early on the Saturday to mist filling the lake and valley, the first ring-a-ding-dings of a two-stroke starting up tore away the tranquillity of the surroundings and bought everyone back to the very reason why we were here.

From the sea to the ricefields, and back, all in a good cause.

Early one Friday morning in March, we loaded three of our motorbikes into the van we were heading to the hills in answer to an invitation from our friends, the Tasik Adventure community.