Death or Glory
Detroit Bros X Ultima
2100cc's of aircooled twin stuffed into a Detroit Bros gooseneck frame
For some people life is best lived when the choices are simple. When every action can be digitally categorized as right or wrong. When all shades of grey are deleted and you're left with only a singular choice. For those people motorcycle racing is easily summarized - Victory or Failure, Checkers or Defeat, Death or Glory.
Features include Kawasaki ZX10R front and rear wheels, shod with Conti Blitz 130/90 R17 tires at the front and Dunlop Sportmax 190/55 R17 at the rear. Also included in the package are a hand-formed aluminum gas tank, oil tank and number plate. The rearview mirror is a Mattel Barbie Edition, while the exhaust is a Supertrapp 2-1 Header with Devil GSXR1000 carbon cans.
The ability to turn bikes, as we've found through countless hours of research, is highly overrated. All you need is a fully equipped machine shop, ten grand worth of welding equipment, an Ebay account, and a complete lack of common sense. All traits that the Icon garage team has in spades.
Death or Glory
She was built for straight line speed. Not the effortless speed so common in modern Japanese machinery, but the kind of speed that would exact a horrific price. Fast like the Millenium Falcon. Fast like a Stuka dive bomber. World record velocity or a flaming steel carnage. She was an all or nothing machine and he liked it that way.
Polarization, Lance thought, was the absolute law of the universe. God’s true and most singularly important law. Either on or off, is or is not - Newton would understand this even if no else did. Of course polarization is not a theory he would ever discuss with Aluré. She believed in very few things, God the least of all. She was mechanical in both profession and emotion. With a wrench in her hands, manicure obliterated by grease, she was perfection. Her mind and hands synchronized flawlessly - caressing the motorcycle to life. Without the wrench she became something quite different. A boutique humanoid inflatable - so devoid of personality or feeling that one could almost imagine an air nipple to be located in the small of her back. ‘She too was the epitome of polarization - on or off - singular perfection’, Lance reflected over a long drag from his hand rolled cigarette.
No matter, these were thoughts for another day, right now there was jetting to adjust and clutch baskets to rebuild. She would fix it and he would ride it - that was the agreement. And God or no God - the green flag would drop - and Death or Glory would get a chance to live up to it’s name.