Welcome to our world.
It may be sick, twisted and disturbing, but we're happy
here. We're not breaking any laws (at the moment) and we're not hurting
anyone (except maybe Richard's neighbours, but they don't really count.)
Profiles of the Terrible Trio. We're highly skilled at building
stuff, and even better at destroying it. We've written off more bikes
than we can count, even when we're sober (...errr... that's counting
when we're sober, not writing off bikes when we're sober. Well, we have
written bikes off in a state of sobriety, but not very often...) Anyway,
we're good. Just ask us.
The dumb questions that people keep asking us. Read
this, then you won't have to.
It cost a whopping $150, only goes when it feels like
it, and blows plenty of smoke. One night we all got really tanked
and decided to inject it, just to see if we could. After a few hours
of buggerizing about, it fired up first go. That's skill, that is. Not
luck. We think.
What do you do when you keep crashing your CBR250? Learn to
ride properly? Nope. Fit it with crash bars and oggy knobs? Nuh-uh.
Give up and try something else? Don't be silly! Make up your own fuel injection
system for the bike from scratch, and then bung on a turbo as well? Bingo.
It's not easy, logical, or as cost-effective as buying a 600, but it's
a helluva lot of fun!
We don't only work on bikes. There is also a Meyers
Manx in the workshop, which we're slowly Feral-izing. Even though
it's registered as a car, you could probably call it an honorary
motorcycle 'coz by the time we're finished with it it'll be up on
two wheels most of the time!
It used to be a mild-mannered dirt bike until we got to work on it. Now
it's an insanely loud antisocial dual-purpose wheelie machine. The neighbours
hate it, the cops can't catch it, and we LOVE it.
We've got plenty of square tuits, but no round ones. When
we get a couple, we'll wheel these things out from the dusty corners
of the workshop and get cracking on 'em.
The Feral Injection
Team is fueled by copious quantities of: