We didn’t plan this.
No boardroom. No blueprint. No market research.
Just late nights. Cold garages. Greasy knuckles. And a head full of throttle.
Somewhere between the sound of a rev limiter and the way a wheel spins before it bites the pavement.
We asked ourselves: Why doesn’t a watch feel like that?
Not classy. Not clever. Not complicated.
Just pure motion.
Like the blur of rims at redline. Like grip and grind and go.
So we built one. And then another. And another.
Because no one else was making watches for people like us.
People who don’t wear suits, but still give a damn about design.
People who see beauty in burned rubber, balance in forged aluminum, and poetry in a perfect downshift.
This isn’t about fashion.
This is about obsession.
Corsa is for the ones who’d rather be behind the wheel than behind a desk.
The ones who know what offset is.
Who builds cars, breaks them, and builds them better?
Who turns wrenches on Sunday and stares at them Monday?
We’re not a watch company. We’re a garage that makes timepieces.
For car guys. Real ones. The lifers.
And if you read this far, you’re one of us.
Corsa. Drive it. Wear it. Live it.