The Blue Angel Rides Again

Dominic came over on Wednesday. He grabbed Brandons old frame and a
bunch of parts out of my roach bin and "Bam" the next day he had given
the BunnYHawkS a new bike child.

I realy do apreciate the asthetic of a cruely stripped down street
bike. It's kinda like seeing a pair of women's underwear in the street
or watching a fist fight. All three are beautiful because they are
part mystery and part horror.

If I had my way I would change the name of the bike to "Fist Fight".
I'm pretty sure that is what it's going to feel like to ride it.