A hustler with a camera and some gumption could chronicle the choppin' and bobbin' of a hundred badass bike builders at a motorcycle show like last year's David Mann Chopperfest. Unfortuantely, I'm neither sufficiently talented nor motivated for such diversions. God knows I try, but the siren song of corn dogs and garlic fries is always too alluring for me to resist. Damn this biker lifestyle!
Fortunately, eagle-eyed friends like Wes White are always around to point me in the right direction. Such was the case with this tasty Triumph. Jeremy Hoyer is its owner and builder, and there's no bad news to report. This Triumph is one tidy unit. Try as I might, however, I couldn't pin down Jeremy soon enough to get any reall 411 on his 650, nor could I get any of the lard-assed gawkers to move out of the way long enough for a clear shot at its general perfection. I love this bike, and sincerely hope Jeremy will will come forth on the comments to get the props his bike so richly deserves.
Haberdashers say the man makes the suit, the suit doesn't make the man. I don't know where that leaves shoes in the equation, but this dapper chocolate brown Trumpet stands tall on some very stylish meats and rolling stock. So many of us are suckers for that '60s dirt track stance, and this bike nails it perfectly.
Note the sturdy, simple headlight bracket and the smooth satin finish on said light's bezel and bucket. Details make the difference.
Hey dude, move your ass! We're trying to shoot pictures of dope motorcycles. I had to buy this guy a corn dog to get him out of the picture. So much for freedom of the press.
Everywhere you look, Jeremy's Bad News Triumph screams "good stuff." Check out the detailing on the oil bag, for instance, and the cream-colored heat wrap where the rider's leg passes through. Clean.