
| Long and lined up -
two lights on top of each other is the only way to go!
It's not high and low, it's one light or two - well,
screw it, tell the truth here - it's two lights on all
the time. They've got doors and windows to roll up and
seat belts to hold them in place and climate controlled
butt warmers and we've got two little night to fight off
the deep dark that rolls out of the mountains as you
swing out of the lights of traffic and into that cold
night air. You've got two lights to fend off deer and
cows and crazies and those bastards riding in an SUV
that gives them a warm enema at the same time it flashes
a Disney movie inside the skulls of their creepy, fat
offspring have the nerve to go "Turn down your lights!" |

| They simply look good
too. They're not something you could put on a car, or a
sport bike or anything else. They spell chopper the same
way the letters do - just one glance and you know what
you're dealing with here. This is not a tourglide
road-sofa, this is a chopper. The dangerous, crazy kind
of bike engineered by guys who flunked out of basic
tractor maintenance and then went to work with a
blowtorch on their Dads touring rig when he was passed
out drunk on the sofa one night while a minister howled
endlessly into the stillness of the livingroom about the
need to send him $15 "at LEAST!" right there and then. |

| This is so flippin'
cool I just can't stand it. It comes from these guys
called Biltwell and damned if they don't do just that.
It's VERY rare that I pick the SEAT as one of the first
design items on a build, but in this case - it just
seems to point like a direction sign as to where the
rest of the bike should go from an industrial design
perspective. This seat is at once utilitarian but
graceful, hard but comfortable, stylin' without being
overbearing - it's really cool and relatively
inexpensive and you can buy one
HERE |

| So here's part of
somehting that sounds like a plan. I only want to have
controls on the right side. (Don't pay attention to that
ugly as hell upside down mirror) so I've got an old
73 master cylinder and one of those plates that's for
when you want to run these wihtout any electrics. Except
- I'm going to drill four micro switch holes in the flat
chrome and have Left, Right, Start and Horn because at
some point this bike will have to be inspeceed - and I
think they'll want those things. Just a hunch. BUT - you
say, where is the clutch lever going to be if there's
nothing on the left hand side? Stay tuned -you'll figure
out the ugly truth shortly! |
|
The Snake
Bike...
So the deal is I've got to make a bike that understands that I
am mortal. Not some unforgiving hardtail jockey shifting crazy
machine for a 22 year old - but not a fat-assed, blue
windbreaker wearing kinda grandpa kinda Gold Wing, but something
that is so freekin' cool that it draws a crowd every where it
goes, but isn't like a Billy Lane hubless bike either. It has to
get people to see it because they've really never seen anything
like it. Gearheads will need to have stuff that makes them go
"How did he do that?" and design guys have to go "Whoa, bitchin'
style dude, like that monkey bending over so his asshole is part
of Aloha!" and people who don't know anything at all will just
go "I don't know why, Martha, but I know what I like and that's
it!"
Not much of a tall order at all - plus I have to conquer that
fat tire big-assed thing and keep the cool factor turned up in
the face of hopeless factory chopper framing. How will I do
this?
Power man. Raw flippin' power. Right now the engine I've picked
out for the snake bike is a 127 cubic inch monster. Now, the
truth hits everybody - there's simply no way on this planet that
I will ever come up with enough money to put a 127 cubic inch
S&S in there. A Merch of one of those other high-dollar brands
is just not going to happen - so we're going Ultima. That's
right - the "house brand" of Mid-West (is that right?) is gonna
be our power plant. BUT that's nothing. Wait'll you hear about
drive train and carburetion - this stuff is gonna be outer
space, rock 'em sock 'em robots kinda wild. Hang on to your hats
kiddies - here comes Snake Bike Style!
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