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.