The smell of the campfire. The feel of sleeping rough. The taste of freshly caught trout. And the silence... the pure, natural silence. Sound good? Yes? Too bad you'll never hear it, because on a bike like this all you'd know would be the echoing tear of the unmuffled 4-into-1, the smell of wet leaves on exhaust, and the taste of flies in your teeth. Who wants to commune with Mother Nature when you could tear her a new one on Left Hand Cycle's latest creation, the LHC#2?