MASTER BUILDER CHOPPER GOD ON THE FRINGE. VNRIGHT ILLEGAL

MASTER BUILDER CHOPPER GOD

ON THE FRINGE. DOWNRIGHT ILLEGAL 

  A blistering typhoon slaps the east coast of Florida. The wind shears the roofs from 50-year-old buildings while the 100-mph salt blasts the finish off steel warehouses. Terrorized inhabitants huddle in corners of shaking rooms as plate glass windows bow against the onslaught of billowing wind and surf, while the stucco peels off the outside of Louie's Fort Pierce building, his 20-year location, a quarter-mile from the raging Atlantic. Falcigno enjoys his most creative moments while the lights flicker and the corrugated roof crackles like thunder in the 4,000- square-f00t shop. His other employees, those who have withstood the fury of Louise Falcigno, have long since gone home to collect their belongings and hide from Mother Mother Nature's wrath.   

           Louie has a storm-like, terrorizing touch--like no other in the country--when strapping a new custom motorcycle project to his bench. While other builders roll from trend to trend, Louie stays anchored to his shivering building on U.S. I, entrenched in a style that will never die. Louie builds choppers, finely refined, sleek, light and always rowdy, that speak to every man who has ever dreamed of straddling a truly outlaw motorcycle. No one on the planet can build a motorcycle like Louie' and few are brave enough to ride one.