CATALINA VICE

LIQUID A$$ET

The Crossing

26 miles of open Pacific between the mainland and paradise. No traffic. No rules. Just the sound of twin engines and salt spray. Catalina Vice was born on that crossing — the moment you leave everything behind and the island appears on the horizon. This is what we live for.

Orange and purple race boat #29 at full speed, water spray flying

The Crew

Every boat needs a crew. Ours runs on tequila, sunshine, and questionable decisions. From the harbor to the bar and back again — this is who we ride with.

Group of friends hanging out on race boat #29 in Avalon Harbor with Catalina Casino behind
Man in red trunks on boat stern holding Clase Azul tequila, Avalon waterfront behind
First-person view from bow of race boat with Clase Azul in hand, boats rafted up in Avalon
Woman in pink bikini on center-console boat in Avalon Harbor, turquoise water

The Island

Avalon Harbor. The Casino. Luau Larry's. If you know, you know. Catalina Island is 26 miles off the coast and a million miles from reality. Tie up in the harbor, hit the town, pour one more round, and dance until they throw you out.

Avalon Harbor
Turquoise water, boats rafted up, the starting line for every good story
The Casino
The island's iconic landmark — visible from every approach by sea
Luau Larry's
Where Wiki Wackers flow and nobody leaves early
The Fleet
#29

The orange and purple beast that started it all. Number 29 doesn't just cross to Catalina — she attacks it. Flame graphics, race-bred hull, and enough horsepower to make the dolphins nervous. If you've seen her in the harbor, you already know.

Join the Crew

This isn't a brand. It's a way of life.
Full throttle. No apologies.
See you on the water.