Looking distinctly like an abandoned cannery machine in profile, her visual girth belied her true nimbleness. Assembled from the finest components the world had to offer, she was a superbike on paper, but a rat fighter in the flesh. At just a tick over 300 pounds and armed with guile and cunning, she was the peoples champion of the western seaboard.
Unfortunately her free days, like her hubristic front plate, were numbered. Lack of DOT approved lighting and her questionable VIN, combined with an ill advised mid-town wheelie, would lead her into the treacherous arms of Interpol agents. Entangled in their massive web of paperwork and false promises, the TiFighter would remain confined to moto-gitmo until such time as she could justify her existence. And justification of a $40,000 rat bike would be very difficult indeed.