The other element that really gets me all hot and lumpy in the groinal region is that insanely wondrous and subtly curvaceous ducktail rear cowl, the lines he has sculpted in this piece of metallurgical magic are simple, like the exhaust, yet so difficult to achieve . . . . check out the shot Kim has taken from the arse end, follow the lines of the tail and see how they flow like water into the tank, same sort of radius, angles, the whole fucking shooting match . . . . almost as though there is a middle bit of tinware sitting somewhere in the workshop ready to attach between tank and tail that will join both together in one seamless, perfect form.
I think the overwhelming lesson from this insane journey into perceived minimalism and form truly following function is that the realising of that simplicity and the perception of less equaling so much more is generally the result of an extraordinary skill set and a seriously rare ability to visualise and 'see' what you want to ultimately achieve . . . . it's that special gift that separates the exceptional from the really fucking good in any gig and Kim Boyle is demonstrably another one of that small band of men apart . . . . genius . . . . I reckon.