Features
MotoNavigator is more than a map with an arrow. These are the parts that ride along on every tour — from Sunday evening on the couch to the last corner before home.
Route planning, in peace
Half the tour happens before the engine runs. Sunday evening, couch, a glass of something decent — and the map. Drop waypoints, drag the order, set one on a place with a tap. Two waypoint types decide whether you only want a road taken in on the way, or a proper stop planned — and whether the navigator may turn around there. Control, not clutter.
And behind it sits the Organizer: home for your routes, POIs and whole collections. Create POIs yourself — or adopt them straight off the map: the café the OpenStreetMap world already knows becomes yours with one tap. Routes get saved, reloaded, rebuilt, sorted — and shared, as a file, with whoever you choose. Anticipation can be planned. This is where it lives.
Route planning, without the peace
Some days don’t deserve a plan. The sky is right, the bike sits warm outside the door, and the only decision you’re up for is a thumb on the map. Fine: set a destination, pick a profile, ride — the app builds the corners in between, you just take them. Arrive, coffee, next destination, onwards. No panel, no fine-tuning, no guilty conscience.
In the end that’s a real tour too — recorded like any planned one, archived like any planned one. The app is built for planners. And for the days the planner in you has clocked off.
Garage and profiles
Nobody rides “a motorcycle”. You ride yours — and each one has its character, its thirst, its preferences. The garage holds them all: sport-tourer, big adventure, city scooter — no pecking order. To the app your machine isn’t a matter of taste: a name, a range, the measurements on four wheels — and above all the profile it gets routed with. Five come with the app: Schnell, Tourer, Adventure, Adventure Light, Auto. The machine changes, the plan adapts. That way round.
Offline everything …
The best roads share one trait: where they run, no network planner ever volunteered a mast. So with us everything lives on the device — map, route, recalculation. A “recalculate route” works in the deepest dead zone just like in the city, and the app switches between online and offline by itself — there is no mode you have to flip. But one you can. The network is needed exactly twice: once to download maps, and with Pro every 30 days for a quick token hello. The rest is optional radio silence — and the app is fine with that.
… online better
With a network, the app steps it up. The route is then computed on our servers, where every road carries more knowledge than would ever fit on a phone — its bends, its character, its landscape. Same tour, finer finish. The routing on your device isn’t a stripped-down version, it’s the one that works everywhere: trimmed for space, not for compromise. And group rides naturally need a network — the others’ positions don’t arrive by carrier pigeon. But here too a dead zone doesn’t throw you out: while it lasts there are simply no updates; once the signal is back, it carries on as if it had never been gone. Nobody rejoins, nothing is lost.
Even without a road
Desert, steppe, dune fields, high plateaus — there are places where “road” is a rumour. Ordinary navigators give up there. MotoNavigator switches instead of quitting: in NoRoad mode you navigate by waypoints and bearing — straight lines instead of a road network, direction and distance instead of “turn right in 300 metres”. You set your points: the waterhole, the top of the pass, the camp. The app tells you where they are and when you’ve arrived — which way you take in between is decided by the terrain. And by you. Not a hidden emergency mode but an equal path next to road routing — the map stays a map, offline anyway.
On the bars: CarPlay
Whether it’s the bike’s own factory display or an aftermarket mount at the cockpit — if it can run CarPlay, the navigation mirrors onto it: the map, your position, the route, the next turn with icon and distance, remaining distance and arrival time. Ride actions sit as buttons right there on the display — no need to glance at the phone.
The display has no opinion of its own: a second renderer, not a second decision-maker. Whatever runs on the phone plays out there in real time — no extra setup, no second app. One requirement: an iPhone with CarPlay.
A voice you’ll actually listen to
You spend hours alone with this voice in your helmet — you’re allowed to be picky. Twelve languages, each with a real voice: German, English, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, Arabic, Czech, Greek, Dutch, Polish, Russian. The announcements come from your system’s own voices, and there’s more sleeping in there than most people know: Apple, for instance, ships premium voices that sound remarkably natural and work fully offline once downloaded. Download once, pick it from the list of voices, done — the manual shows how. Plus regional flavor of your choice (en-GB, en-AU, en-IE, …). The voice speaks when it matters — and shuts up when it doesn’t.
Recording and memory
There are days the machine stands still — and the riding goes on anyway, just in your head. That’s what the archive is for. Every ride gets written down — GPS, sensors, lean — and becomes an entry in your own book: the August alpine tour, the pass that ended in rain, the loop that was only meant to be a fuel run. One rule above all: the data is yours. Raw, local, private.
Privacy as construction
No account, no email, no profile — the app knows you as a randomly rolled number, and it doesn’t want to know more. Recordings stay on the device, uploads are opt-in, and around home the privacy zone cuts your position out at recording time — not at upload time. As anonymous as technically possible. How exactly: Your privacy — reading time: one coffee.
Group rides, without flooding the messenger
No fumbling with usernames, no friend lists, no account matching, no other nonsense. One person opens the group, the others scan the QR code — done, riding. Everyone has the same plan, and when it changes, everyone has it again. By itself, nobody forwards anything. Anonymous, display name of your choice.