I think this may be the next big thing in custom motorcycles.
This guy has been saving for his funeral since the age of thirteen slinging newspapers at dawn and has managed to work his way up to counting beans for a living. The man deserves a little recognition for all his unnoticed aptitude. Lives in a modest shoebox of an apartment, while maintaining a extremely low profile. I’m afraid I don't even know when his birthday is. Furthermore, the mans bike got stolen five feet from his house at 5am and he was unable to gather his marbles in time to apprehend the fleeing suspect. A musical prodigy, strong as an ox and according to the ladies, extremely well endowed. I’m kidding….he’s not that strong. This creature was created in a different world. In the five years I’ve know the man I can’t remember a time he has asked for a favor. I owe you one Beef dip.  I'm sure Greg could have done without this one. Remember folks it doesn't hurt to donate to your local blood bank.  Kelly's Bar in Portland. Ton's of BSA's and Triumphs. Also, some rad memorabilia and old signs too.             I like Garage Magazine. Max Schaff writes articles for them. If only this bike had my frat's insignia! Maybe Dane Cook will buy it....Hack  | SF Vintage Cycle Blog"Dedicated to the motorcycles of yesterday and the riders of today."
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