Tyler is a gear-head. His passion for all things motorized has lead him to creating his very own motorcycle. From drafting the blueprints to gathering the part to getting into the garage, Tyler made it his goal to turn his vision into reality. He would be the first person to tell you most motorcycles look the same, especially choppers. The ubiquitous high bars and slouched riding posture were not something he wanted to recreate.
He chose a run-of-the-mill chopper to use as his starting point. It was one of those lame-o choppers with handlebars at shoulder height. It had leather saddlebags and came completed with your typical flaming skulls on the gas tank. It was the perfect bike for a 20-year-old rider trying to impress his'-year-old girlfriend.
The perfect bike, in Tyler's opinion, has to be simple and streamlined. He insisted on black paint, clean chrome, and no bags. The tires had to be perfect -- they had to be just the right thickness to compliment the chassis. In addition to being a part of his own aesthetic style, the simpler you make a bike, the more it will be worth when you decide to sell it. So, wrench in hand, he got to work in earnest.
He completed the majority of his work on weekends at a professional bike shop. He hacked the parts on the old chopper and salvaged new ones. He refused to buy any new parts. With full access to the shop, he could get as much work done as he could fit into 48 hours. He was a man obsessed.
The finished bike was a beatific, sparse beast of a bike. It purred like a lion and looked like Marlon Brando. The only problem? Tickets. He loves to blaze down the boulevards and highways in Southern California, which always garners the unwanted attention of the California Highway patrol and LAPD. Needless to say, he's got a great motorcycle attorney on call. - 30329
He chose a run-of-the-mill chopper to use as his starting point. It was one of those lame-o choppers with handlebars at shoulder height. It had leather saddlebags and came completed with your typical flaming skulls on the gas tank. It was the perfect bike for a 20-year-old rider trying to impress his'-year-old girlfriend.
The perfect bike, in Tyler's opinion, has to be simple and streamlined. He insisted on black paint, clean chrome, and no bags. The tires had to be perfect -- they had to be just the right thickness to compliment the chassis. In addition to being a part of his own aesthetic style, the simpler you make a bike, the more it will be worth when you decide to sell it. So, wrench in hand, he got to work in earnest.
He completed the majority of his work on weekends at a professional bike shop. He hacked the parts on the old chopper and salvaged new ones. He refused to buy any new parts. With full access to the shop, he could get as much work done as he could fit into 48 hours. He was a man obsessed.
The finished bike was a beatific, sparse beast of a bike. It purred like a lion and looked like Marlon Brando. The only problem? Tickets. He loves to blaze down the boulevards and highways in Southern California, which always garners the unwanted attention of the California Highway patrol and LAPD. Needless to say, he's got a great motorcycle attorney on call. - 30329
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