That has to be, quite possibly, the ugliest and most uncool production bike that I’ve ever had the displeasure of having to look at.
I mean, If you parked that up outside your local artisan, hipster, wanky café, some of the ponsey customers would probably throw up on the spot, and the usual pretentious fud of an owner might just ask you to move it across the street.
That thing is the absolute polar fucking opposite of cool. Jesus!
Pass me the petrol can and matches please.