Readable at noon and at midnight.
It tracks the sun and turns from chart-paper cream by day to instrument night after dark, on its own - no brightness to fight, no dark-mode switch to hunt for. You glance down and it is already legible.
You know it's over there - past the ridge, across the bay, somewhere down the coast. Give Pelorus the place and a needle swings to it and holds: no map unfolds, no route is drawn, no voice interrupts. Only the bearing, the distance, and the name.
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You rarely need every street between here and there - only which way, and how far. Here are three times that's exactly enough.
Set the destination before you pull away, then ride. No voice in your helmet, no arrow counting down the next turn - only a needle on the bars that warms as you come into line. The town is that way, twelve kilometres on.
You came to wander, not to be routed - so you leave the map closed and keep a feel for where the river runs and where the hotel sits. Free to get lost down any street you like, and never quite able to stay lost.
Mark where you left the car, pitched the tent, pulled the dinghy up the sand. Then pocket the phone and go as far as you please. However you roam, one needle keeps the thread back to it.
There are a few ways to say where you're going. However you give it, the instrument answers the same way - a bearing, a distance, and the name of the place.
Brandenburg Gate…
52.5163, 13.3777
9F4MG98H+G3
G98H+G3 Berlin
A needle to follow, a number to gauge, a name to trust - the whole screen, read in a glance, while it updates as you move.
It tracks the sun and turns from chart-paper cream by day to instrument night after dark, on its own - no brightness to fight, no dark-mode switch to hunt for. You glance down and it is already legible.
Give it coordinates or a plus code and it needs nothing else - no data, no map tiles to load. GPS and the compass do the rest, just as surely in a dead zone or on a plane as in the middle of town.
The needle is spring-damped, not snapped from angle to angle. It swings, overshoots once, and stills - exactly like a compass card when you stop turning. No nervous jitter to second-guess: where it settles is where you are pointed.
A compass pulls toward magnetic north, which is never quite true north; Pelorus knows the difference wherever you stand and corrects for it on the dial. And because each bearing is taken great-circle, across the curve of the earth, the heading holds true whether the place is across town or across a sea.
An editorial serif - old-style figures, a true italic.
52.5163°N · 042° · 2.4 km
Everything it goes without is attention handed back to you. An instrument earns its keep by doing one thing well and never blinking for a glance.
You're riding the same road, or making for the same harbour, as a few others. Convoy lets the group share one destination and see each other on the same dial - no group chat to watch, no map of dots to read. While everyone's together the face stays quiet; the moment someone drifts, they surface as a single mark on the bezel. You notice the straggler, not the crowd.
Coming after launch.
Your location stays on your device. In solo mode there's no server for it to leave to - no account to make, no analytics, no trackers, nothing to opt out of.
Read the full policy →Pelorus is finishing its sea-trials. When it makes port, you'll find it here.
Coming to the App Store · iPhone first, Android to follow