La historia
Cuando termine el día, necesitas un techo
Ahí empezó la soledad: la soledad de un hotel que costaba demasiado, los pasajeros que ya abrían la puerta y un lugar fácil para encontrarlos.
Por la tarde, después de la silla de montar
The road is generous by day and harder at night. The kilometres pass, the sky changes, then the light drops. One very concrete question remains: where to sleep. A hotel is often too expensive for a single night. The stage gets shorter. The wish is somewhere else: a roof with someone who knows what it is to arrive late, helmet under one arm.
That hospitality already existed. In garages, in messages, over a coffee in the morning. What was missing was not the generosity. It was a place to find it without spending the whole evening looking.
Los grupos ya tenían la respuesta
On Facebook,
Motards Peinards and
J’irai dormir chez un(e) motard(e) ✌ have kept that mutual help alive for a long time. People open their door. They offer a night, a corner of the garden, a garage. Friendships often start that way: a message, an address, a coffee before setting off again.
The tool itself was not fit for purpose. There was a map, but a simple Google Maps, kept by hand, line after line. To ask for a night, you had to go back to Facebook: no clear listing, no dates, no dedicated thread. Not practical, and easy to miss.
Un mapa, nada más complicado
Entre Motards is born to fill exactly that gap. See hosts around a route. Read a listing. Send a reservation. Write afterwards, once both sides agree. And pay nothing for it: no commission, no subscription, no paid promotion.
A first version goes live. The two communities take a real interest. They were not replaced: they walk with it. Their feedback, their ideas, their standards from the road strengthen the project. Without them, Entre Motards would not be what it is.
¿Qué no cambia
Tres principios, los mismos desde el primer día. Guían nuestras decisiones para el sitio.
- Free
- Hosting or asking for a night costs nothing. Money does not decide who appears on the map, or who is welcomed.






