On this particular example of the super freak, do-rag draped, post punk meister craftsman's creation, the thing that really raises my flag is the ever so fucking subtle outwards taper into mini megaphone on the pipes, what an exquisitely defined, completely fuck off illustration of less equalling so much more . . . . and then some !!!
Not every bike builder gets it . . . . simple as that . . . . you can't buy it, you don't just find it by reading the 'right' mags or checkin out the 'inner circle' blogs . . . . or even being part of the inner sanctum of the 'Chopper Club' elite . . . . you either have it or you don't . . . . I'm not sayin for a minute that I do, I ain't a 'builder', [ooooooooh !!] . . . . but I sure as fuck know it when I see it in somebody else's shit . . . . my 'eyes' - they're my gift . . . . think what you will on that, I really couldn't give a bag of sugar frosted scrotums . . . I'm right . . . kiss kiss, bang bang, motherfucker !!