PRESS RELEASE: Titan Forge LLC Builds Momentum in Utah Metal Fabrication Market


“Originally published on UtahWelder.com. Reposted here for reach and transparency.”

Springville, Utah – July 2025 – From a small garage startup to a fully equipped fabrication shop, Titan Forge LLC is forging a name for itself in Utah’s steel fabrication industry. Founded by Jason Pedersen, the Springville-based business has already completed dozens of projects for local residents and companies — including custom spiral staircases, commercial stairwells, shop tables, handrails, and architectural window awnings.

“I started welding in my garage just over a year ago,” says Pedersen. “I had no investors, no team — just a passion for building and the drive to create something real. Every day at the shop now brings a new opportunity, and I’m grateful for all of it.”


Launching Titan Forge meant more than learning how to run a fabrication business — it meant doing so under public scrutiny, targeted online harassment, and the constant pressure to prove his worth. Pedersen didn’t just push through it — he built something solid enough to speak for itself.


The company’s growth is anchored in precision craftsmanship, clear communication, and smart problem-solving. Pedersen, a hands-on fabricator and owner, personally oversees every job from consultation to installation.


“This business was built the hard way — through setbacks, long nights, and a stubborn refusal to give up,” Pedersen adds. “Every weld tells part of that story.”


Titan Forge now serves a wide range of clients — from homeowners to general contractors — across Salt Lake and Utah County and beyond. The shop’s capabilities continue to expand, and each project is custom-built to meet the unique demands of its environment.


For more information or to request a quote, visit https://UtahWelder.com.


Location: Springville, UT, USA

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