The magnificent motorcycling requisites laid out below, are not just the result of many many
minutes of idle research and our usual occasional rummage around in the laboratory dustbins. Oh dear me no, double oh seven There is, in the gory procreating and birthing of these bike beautifying bottles of bilge an evil underlying plan of hideous genius.
Taking mainly the stuff we couldn't sell because it was either radioactive or gene mutating we've codged together this colourful a la carte menu of chemical oddities in the forlorn hope of scraping together a bit of cash.
When such funds accumulate, we will use them for a bit of sponsorship, and then to avoid the spectre that they might be wasted, book the Isle of Man, and all our trackdays early and then pre order a years worth of beer down the Legion.
Now to achieve this laudable and wholly worthy end we have to go about the grubby
commercial task of convincing you to buy our wares.
To this task I now bend my back, or rather finger.