Wednesday, 19 September 2012
VEE TO THE FREAKIN YAMAHAULIN MAX . . . . THIS MONSTER DOSE OF TOUGH WAS IN FOR FINAL FETTLING BY ROSCOE AND THE SCOOT SURGEON TEAM . . . . THE WILDEST, COOLEST, MEANEST, SEXIEST V-MAX I'VE EVER COME ACROSS . . . . THIS DUDE IS DOING IT ALL AT THE TOP END OF SERIOUS GO FAST, STOP QUICK, BIG BUCK, WELL CONSIDERED CUSTOMISING . . . . NOTHING SUCKSEEDS LIKE EXCESS !!!
I've been lustfully perving on this behemoth bit of super bike sex for a couple of weeks, how the fuck could you not, what with the Evel Kneivel inspired paint job leaping at your meat pies, but it's way more than just an exercise in aesthetic makeover bullshit . . . . everything about this awesome big Yammy is executed with the aim of real world performance, not sure what he's thrown at the powerplant but the rest of the thing reads like a 'must have' list of quality kit.
Top line Magura levers and master cylinder, similarly no expense spared Ohlins on the arse end, forgotten the brand of wheels, [Marvic maybe], eight pot rear caliper that would pull up the USS Nimitz, upside-down front end with twin rotor four pots grabbing at the disc, hand fabbed radiator and a stunning exhaust system whose name also escapes me . . . . we all know that the V-Max has always possessed a horse ranch full of neddies and enough torque to go stump pulling in the back paddock, however, to see one sorted like this in such a totally performance orientated direction and have it look so fucking good at the same time has really flabbered my gast.
Cubic dollars for sure, but if you can afford it, why the hell not, the trick is getting it right, doing it properly, any clown can go out and chuck megabucks at a bike and still have it turn out like a piece of shit, having the nouse to get it all together in one purposeful, coherent and kick arse package is something else entirely.