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Why the A2C MB06 Phone Mount Never Lets Me Down

I’m Leo, a motorcycle travel photographer. When I started using the A2C MB06 phone mount, I realized how much peace of mind true reliability brings.

For me, riding isn’t performance — it’s just life.

Ever since I watched The Motorcycle Diaries, that film about Che Guevara, I knew I wanted to become a motorcycle traveler. There was something almost spiritual about it. And yes — Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance had its grip on me too. That book left a thick philosophical filter over every mile I’ve ridden since.

I’m Leo. I used to be a commercial photographer.

Now I blend that craft into my travels. You could call me a “motorcycle travel photographer.” Honestly, I think that sounds kind of cool — and it’s true. It’s how I work.

Sometimes I ride for freedom. Sometimes for a shot. And sometimes, just to escape the city.

I travel solo, I pack light, and I only trust the most reliable gear.

For me, a phone mount isn’t just an accessory. It’s part of my photography kit. It holds my phone the same way a tripod holds my camera — steady, silent, and essential.

The first time I used the MB06 was on a ride through Blue Ridge Parkway.

Fog came first. The weather forecast hadn’t mentioned rain, but ten minutes into the climb, the sky dimmed. Winds picked up.Then came the drizzle. Then — full-on, relentless rain.

I had no rain gear. Just leaned low over the tank and kept going. Stopping wasn’t an option — too remote, weak signal, no turning back. My only guide was navigation. But more importantly—I had no time to reach for my phone.

I glanced down. The phone sat locked in the MB06 —clean screen, perfect angle, zero shake.I had waterproof gloves on, hands soaked,but I knew: even if I had to adjust it, one hand would do the job. No gloves off. No searching for grip. No thinking required.

So I kept going,through a long, wet valley.

For two hours, the rain didn’t let up. The wind pushed hard against the bars, my hands went numb from gripping too long, the visor fogged over completely.

And through all that —my phone stayed still. The screen lit the route clearly.There were rough patches — deep potholes and uneven turns. But the MB06 never slipped, never loosened, never rattled.

At some point, I forgot it was even there. Because it never gave me a reason to worry.

Near the end of the climb, the rain stopped. The clouds cracked open. Sunlight spilled from behind me. A soft beam hit the tank, slid up the handlebar, and landed on the phone screen.I pulled over. Took off my gloves.Raindrops covered the glass.And there it was —

the MB06, still locked in, not a millimeter off.

Some gear isn’t flashy.It doesn’t scream for attention.It just… works.

And that’s the kind I keep close —gear with a little bit of Zen in it.

Just like Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance says,every screw, every part, holds a piece of the whole.It’s not about how loud it is —it’s about how much it can be trusted,

especially when everything else is falling apart.

Maybe you’ve never ridden through a mountain pass in a storm.

But if you have— you already know why I trust this mount.