...before arlen ness started karate chopping, what i consider, modern day refrigerators and slapping 310 rear wheels on them --- that cat was a f'kn ninja in his early years. all respect due today, arlen, we all realize it's costly to keep the dream alive... based on your contributions, i can absolutely overlook the latter 20th century nike air max pumps of custom bike builds you currently crap out. still, i prefer the 70's arlen:
- peep the chop'd & louver'd stabbin' cabin he so rightfully has a boner in front of
- parted, sunkissed locks
- sunoco frames (free with 8 gallons or more of super-unleaded), to hide the bloodshot of last nite's speedball
- rockmount ranchwear cowboy shirt, snap-front for 'easy-access'
- belt buckle that undoubtedly reads: no gas, no grass, no ass...no free rides
- lee bootcut denim
- tony lama snakeskin boots...the only thing he NEVER took off, until sadly about the mid-80's.
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