The sound of a good motorcycle engine creeps into my chest and vibrates there like the low rumbling of a prowling predator. Except the instinctive reaction isn't fear - it's sex. Imagine how tuned on you'd get if you were in the same room as this delicious animal all revved up?
Sick. It's a restored deco ride from 1936. Hit up Knucklebuster for more shots and info.
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