ABOUT US

Shaun is a diehard fan of the best (Denver Bronco’s) and worst (Alabama) teams in football. The father of five kids (ranging from learning to read to learning to drive) is an avid procreator, fisherman and craft beer connoisseur. Sneaking a round of golf in when he can is one of his favorite pastimes. His second home is the little league field where he’s typically found shouting lines from The Bad News Bears to young, impressionable children. As an Army brat, he popped out in Omaha but lived in 7 states before putting down roots in Detroit, go Red Wings!

Another one of DECKED’s numerous anomalies, Avery spent some time as a merchandising manager for a chic fashion company before deciding trucks was more her gig. As a college graduate from U of New Hampshire, it was literally live free or die when she told her folks about her career path choice. She’s married to a man named Zach who is reportedly excellent on the bassoon, has a lovely daughter Madeline, and a dog named Blue. The four of them allegedly spent the last 6 months binge watching the entire Keeping Up with the Kardashians thing.

You don't meet a lot of arrow-slinging, soccer-playing, art-directing, English rednecks, but that is what makes DECKED, DECKED. We found Beni being held in timeout at the Louvre museum for touching the art (a god-given right he claims to have), and saved him by bartering his soul for a six pack of Boddington's. Beni started his career playing and later coaching football, as they call it where he is from, or soccer as we call it where we're from. But bad ankles and a trick knee saw him abandon the greatest game on earth for the keyboard minefield of graphic design. When Beni isn't outdoors, he's wishing he was outdoors and usually figures out how by using his "kill two birds with one stone" operating API. A big fan of Yorkshire tea (whatever that is and who knows why you would even drink "tea"), Beni will tell you that it's not only the best tea, but the only tea.

From southern California roots to a southern Utah upbringing, Ian doesn’t back down from much—except cold weather. After snapping his ankle like a plastic fork at a BBQ while ripping around on his dirtbike, he slapped a lift kit and knobbies on his knee-scooter and rolled into work three weeks later like it ain’t no thang, with a welder in one hand and a WW2 history book in the other. Certified through Dixie Tech and currently sharpening his skills at Utah Tech, Ian’s a fabricating machine who spends his weekends debating the tactics of the Battle of the Bulge, stacking groups at 100 yards, or flinging sand like a miniature tattooed haboob on his two-wheeled death-machine at the local dunes.