I was flipping through an easyriders from 82 or 83 and i remembered that i fucking love downdraft webers on badass fucking bikes. The first time i ever saw such awesomeness on a real live bike, i was barely outa my teens, and was at the fucking awesome home-mancave-shop of a fella who was a member of the gypsy joker motorcycle club, and was a dude to look up to as a collector of killer shit. He had told me to go ahead and look around the shop, and i was stoked to check out all the toys that were home there, and i remember a chopper in there that was to form my idea of a badass motherfucking nortwest outlaw motherfucker of a motorsickle. The thing had a stance like a praying mantis, de-raked to like 29 degrees in the neck, like 6 inches of stretch in the downtubes, and like 2 in the backbone, long front end, fucking weber progressive (or any automotive carb actually)force feeding the monster, points, kick start, and in my mind, an open chain primary, foot clutched, death trap.
