Kenny opened the door to his warehouse, pointed to a dented and rusting bin and said, "Go for it." NuttBoy climbed in the back looking for the proper bends. This bin was the size of a full length truck container and two-thirds full of scrap 1-3/4 inch pipe material, yet there wasn't a 90 degree bend in the mix. With the nineties pulled from another bin and a selection of header pipes, they brought enough scrap back to the garage to build several systems. Bandit went to work cutting and welding chunks of pipe together, then brackets to the frame to support each piece. A level was used several times to make sure the system matched the t-bar and the glass would be level.

Bandit considered another aspect of this high-profile pile of junk while fabricating the components to support the glass. He called John, "How tall is your current desk?"

"Twenty-eight inches, why?"

"Never mind," Bandit responded abruptly. "Bring mo' money." He hung up. Bandit has noticed in the fourth version desk that the neck area of the desk is very close to 30 inches off the carpet. Most desks are between 28 and 31 inches. This was his chance to adjust the height.

These two nut cases have no business building a desk. Bikernet is not a fuckin' furniture company. I got fed up and wandered to the bar up the street while they hauled the cases, heads, tranny case, frame and springer stand to the sandblaster for a fine blast. Then it was off to the powdercoater for a durable dark metallic silver finish. The pipes, carb and brackets were hauled off to Chris Hill at Chrome Services, and the barrels were taken to Joe Stubblefield to have five fins shaved off the base and the barrels polished. With some new fasteners a week later, NuttBoy and Bandit were back in the garage immersed in final assembly. Oh yeah, they also ordered the glass.

It pisses me off, but it will probably be sharp when they're finished.

--Renegade