Underground Cycles in Aruba specializes in old school choppers festooned in cheesecake. The Karaoke Queen and I, of course, had to check out the cycle shops on the island. The Harley-Davidson shop is a few doors down from Underground Cycles, and we also visited there. Tomorrow, I’ll put up some pictures from Harley.
Pictured at the top is a fin from one of the radical choppers at Underground. Boobs, broads, sailing… it’s all there. Speaking of boobs, the Queen insisted that she had seen dozens of topless young women sunbathing at a beach north of our hotel. We ventured to this beach on several occasions, but we didn’t see a single naked boob. Perhaps this was a sort of Bermuda Triangle phenomenon.
And, this is a picture of the chopper with the cheesecake fin. Note the massive external drive belt. If I am ever in the money again, I might think about buying a designer bike. For the moment, I am happy with my nearly stock Road King. I wonder about the handling and durability of these one-off bikes. The real purpose of these machines is, I imagine, macho one-upmanship and getting your hands on pretty girls. Well worth a $40 to $60,000 price tag!
This hot rod graced the entrance to Underground. Those green fluorescent wheels really stand out against the deliberately rusty body. If you check out this picture from the shop’s site, you’ll discover that the top of the rod is wide open to the sky. In my picture, this ultimate sun roof is covered with a canvas tarp.
Although I wouldn’t buy it, I particularly liked the style of this rusted chopper. The design, with its brash industrial crudeness, seems to be inspired by Indian Larry. Check out those funky exhausts. I’d like to ride the damn thing once just to get a feel for how that huge rear tire hugs the road.
Cheesecake adorns the gas tank on this bruiser. I am reminded of the very first boob pictures I ever saw… calendars hung on the walls of car repair shops near my home town in Illinois. These calendars sort of established that the garage was male territory and that females entered at their own risk.
I found the bristling machismo of Underground Cycles quite amusing and bracing. If you visit their site, you’ll find that their taste in music is equally macho and aggressive.