I figure it's best, in the interests of being fair and open, that I disclose a shocking and personal fact. I own a Virago. Oh yes, very funny. Laugh it up, ladies. Say what you will, but you know what? I'm an XV owner and proud. Now mine's not an 920 jobbie like you see here - she's a MY 1980 XV 750. But let's not spilt hairs here, a Virago's a Virago. Every piss weak, Harley Davidson copyin' inch of them. So just how does such a seemingly lame-ass no-hoper bike suddenly become the darling of the custom scene? Through a series of sow's ears into silk purses by Classified Moto, Doc Chops and Zero Cafe Racer - do some Google image searching if you are drawing a blank. And it might well be time to add another name to that list. Meet the Virago that Shed-built, um, built.