While it warmed up, I looked it over like Bill Clinton interviewin' a new intern. Larry had already told me that he was responsible for the wild paint, with its narrow scallops, and bright accents. It began dark at the bottom of the C.M.C. frame, and faded as it moved up, for a shadow effect that plays tricks on your eyes. The slippery lines of the fuel tank, made by Independent, out of Vegas, make the graphics look like they may slide right off at any second. I think it's only the eye-poppin' stripes laid on by Dale "Sogy" Oftedal that keep 'em in place.

The wide rear fender is a Jesse James product, and it blends into the flow of the scoot without any supports to get in the way. It's a real elegant way to keep mud offa your T-shirt.

The 88 inch Evo engine has S&S cases, and Screamin' Eagle heads, ported and massaged by Leo at Direct Parts in Vegas. The trick heads breathe through Custom Chrome shorty straights for an eardrum shatterin' bark. An S&S "shorty" feeds the thirsty mill, and the horses are transferred by a 3" Primo open belt primary to a Rev Tech 5 speed tranny. The wheels are from Custom Chrome, and the tires from Avon, although the rear looks like it could've come off a 747.

Watchin' this man-eater rippin' down the street, it occurred to me that when you've got the kind of "giddy-up" this thing has, you damn sure need a lotta "whoa" too, so the stoppin' power is handled by Performance Machine calipers, master cylinders, and rotors.

The classy front end is made by Sullivan, and the clean lines will have ya takin' a second look, and maybe a third. This thing's first class eye-candy from end to end!

Joker Machine made the forward controls, and they're damn near too pretty to put yer nasty ol' feet on, but Larry built this scoot to ride, and ride he does! Of course, the polishin' of all those glistenin' parts was handled by friend, and fellow biker Bobby Z, of Final Finishes. Who else? Speakin' of ridin', that's where comfort comes in. Larry hand made the seat to fit the lines of the bike as well as his ass, and the upholstery chores were handled by none other than Leon Hatcher. There's enough paddin' to take the sting outa this high-torque asshammer, but not enough to make ya forget what kinda machine you're ridin. And after all, this ain't no F'in Road King, it's a hot-rod for the serious adrenaline junky only!

By the way, if this scoot really talks to ya, Larry says it's for sale. His next project is already under way, and there's no time like the present to start on the future. If you're seriously interested, drop Bandit a line, and he'll give ya my e-mail address, but first, I'll answer a couple of questions I know you'll have.

1: YES, IT GOES FAST!
2: NO, YA CAN'T RIDE IT TILL YA BUY IT.
3: NO, HE WON'T TAKE YOUR SPORTY IN TRADE.
4: YES, WOMEN WILL EVEN LOVE YOU IF YOU'RE RIDIN' IT.

So take a few minutes, look over the pictures, think about what it'd be like ridin around on this beauty, then sneak the ol' lady's weddin' ring down to the pawn shop, an' go for it!

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