Airbrush on a Harley Davidson chopper

 Airbrush on a Harley Davidson chopper

Wants, when he wants. If you got busted, so what. Never paid a ticket in my life, never will. Sure open belt drives are dangerous. So what? So are motorcycles.So is getting up in the morning and drinking a fifth before noon."That's exactly what one of Louie's bike says as you approach its sleek, light-footed chassis filled to the brim with power, sparked always by Morris mags, transferred by Primo or Super Max belt drives, and Fueled by fist-fighting style.

         No one projects the very essence of the true chopper more than Louie. He reveals it in every line, every, rowdy rebellious paint job by Streeter, every fiery exhaust system, every 1/2-inch thick solo seat, every trimmed-to-the-marrow springer front end, every barely visible taillight. Nothing on his bikes calls to the gods of safety and security. Nothing speaks to the woman of comfort or to the prince of convenience. His motorcycles speak only of the style of violence, sex, rock 'n'roll, and action.

           That's all there is, and I dare you to find a man who can do a better job. Call him, if you have the balls: (561) 464-5623.