Evolution's '72 Harley Ironhead Sporty - “No. 22”

Ever get the feeling you've forgotten something? That horrible, smouldering worry that you've left something behind or forgotten to do something. I've had one for the past few weeks, and it's been driving me crazy. I've been checking ovens, keys, wallets, and door locks like a mad man - all to no avail. Then, just when I'd almost given up hope of ever finding what it was I was missing, Paul McKinnon from Pipeburn's local favourites Evolution Motorsports wheeled the bike you see before you into our basement garage for a photoshoot. Suddenly it hit me - I knew what I'd been missing all this time. Good ol' fashion, hairy-balls-to-the-wall, down and dirty, blowing angry blue flames out of a red-hot exhaust cubic goddamn inches. It's been light years since we featured some decent capacity, and I'm here to tell you that this oversight has now been corrected like a nuclear weapon corrects fine bone china with exactly one thousand cc's of Milwaukee's finest two-wheeled tractor goodness.

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DP Customs - ‘The 3’ Harley Ironhead

I've studied the evidence. I've taken the facts at hand and made an educated deduction. Inside all mysteries there lies a precious core of truth, and I have arrived at the center of this one. Metallic midgets. Metallic mechanical midgets. Possibly powered by uranium, or an isotope there of. Maybe Einsteinium. Now I would like to say they have arms, but I think that tentacles is the more likely of the appendages. Tentacles that are able to handle many tools at once - metric, imperial and British Standard Whitworth. And they would be aligned in rows - but not just any old rows. They'd be in a kind of shark's teeth formation so that if one should become inoperable another unit would rise up to take it's place almost immediately and would be individually assisted by a cloned army of that old lady called "Shirley" who lives down the bottom your street, but with a cyclops eye due to genetic error. And the midgets would operate with a pneumatic scream not dissimilar to the sound of a thousand formula one wheel nut removers, which would of course be very loud. But not as loud as the music playing over the p.a. system. It's Yello with that "Oh Yeah" song from Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Probably at about 145-150 dB, sped up to 2.3 times normal speed, and played backwards.

And that, my friends, is exactly how DP customs turn out so many cool bikes in such a short amount of time. Trust me, I've got it all figured out.

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