The "Bullet Bike" (BB) is a 1967 Vespa 150 Super. Barnaby has a degree from the San Francisco Art Institute and works as a tattoo artist at Anubis Warpus on Haight Street. In the 80's he usually sported a piled high pompadour that was known by most as the "Shark Fin", and rode any bike as long as it was chopped high, and cut hard. That bike was t-boned by a doctor driving a Mercedes (Barnaby will be happy to show you his surgery scars - if he hasn't yet covered them with Koi fish.)
Given that his custom bike wasn't coming together he made a trade for some temporary wheels, a '67 Vespa 150 Super. Now this was quite a sight, big 'ol Barnaby on a pretty powder blue 150 Super in immaculate condition. Barnaby took the bike to First Kick Scooters, where a new gas tank was fitted to replace the punctured one. The bike ran for a few weeks but then crapped out. Talking with him one night about the bike, Barnaby became disgusted, he said, "This is a sign that I'm not supposed to ride nice bikes, I'm supposed to ride big, ugly chops." In January two friends from Denver moved to The City. On their first Saturday night in town I met up with them, lending Nick the Bullet Bike because his Primavera needed rejetting before it could handle sea level. After awhile it was time for a ride. I lead on the 200, Scott rode his Lambretta with his girlfriend Sam, Nick rode the Bullet Bike with Logan. Worried, we crossed back over to The City end of the bridge and found Nick changing a tire on the 150.
The tire had blown just as Nick and Logan started across the bridge. The "Bullet Bike" (BB) is a 1967 Vespa 150 Super. Barnaby took the bike to First Kick Scooters, where a new gas tank was fitted to replace the punctured one. The bike ran for a few weeks but then crapped out. Talking with him one night about the bike, Barnaby became disgusted, he said, "This is a sign that I'm not supposed to ride nice bikes, I'm supposed to ride big, ugly chops." I lead on the 200, Scott rode his Lambretta with his girlfriend Sam, Nick rode the Bullet Bike with Logan. Worried, we crossed back over to The City end of the bridge and found Nick changing a tire on the 150. The tire had blown just as Nick and Logan started across the bridge. Nick was sorry about some scratches, but they were nonexistent relative to the general condition of the bike. Nick mounted the old cracked spare and we set off to re-cross the bridge. The Bullet Bike, tough bike, tough tires.the bike, I should have checked it. Nick was sorry about some scratches, but they were nonexistent relative to the general condition of the bike. The Bullet Bike, tough bike, tough tires.
Given that his custom bike wasn't coming together he made a trade for some temporary wheels, a '67 Vespa 150 Super. Now this was quite a sight, big 'ol Barnaby on a pretty powder blue 150 Super in immaculate condition. Barnaby took the bike to First Kick Scooters, where a new gas tank was fitted to replace the punctured one. The bike ran for a few weeks but then crapped out. Talking with him one night about the bike, Barnaby became disgusted, he said, "This is a sign that I'm not supposed to ride nice bikes, I'm supposed to ride big, ugly chops." In January two friends from Denver moved to The City. On their first Saturday night in town I met up with them, lending Nick the Bullet Bike because his Primavera needed rejetting before it could handle sea level. After awhile it was time for a ride. I lead on the 200, Scott rode his Lambretta with his girlfriend Sam, Nick rode the Bullet Bike with Logan. Worried, we crossed back over to The City end of the bridge and found Nick changing a tire on the 150.
The tire had blown just as Nick and Logan started across the bridge. The "Bullet Bike" (BB) is a 1967 Vespa 150 Super. Barnaby took the bike to First Kick Scooters, where a new gas tank was fitted to replace the punctured one. The bike ran for a few weeks but then crapped out. Talking with him one night about the bike, Barnaby became disgusted, he said, "This is a sign that I'm not supposed to ride nice bikes, I'm supposed to ride big, ugly chops." I lead on the 200, Scott rode his Lambretta with his girlfriend Sam, Nick rode the Bullet Bike with Logan. Worried, we crossed back over to The City end of the bridge and found Nick changing a tire on the 150. The tire had blown just as Nick and Logan started across the bridge. Nick was sorry about some scratches, but they were nonexistent relative to the general condition of the bike. Nick mounted the old cracked spare and we set off to re-cross the bridge. The Bullet Bike, tough bike, tough tires.the bike, I should have checked it. Nick was sorry about some scratches, but they were nonexistent relative to the general condition of the bike. The Bullet Bike, tough bike, tough tires.