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Perhaps i should explain, Squinty'o'flynn, was an old thieving mucker of mine from the Emerald Isle, as blind as a fucking bat, he used to work in a wine bottle stopping plant in Cork. Coming second in the Kilmuckridge finals of the "which table is the potatoe under" competition went to his head (starting his love of tubers) and, despite deteriorating eyesight, embarked on a crime spree which saw him burn down a zip factory cos he thought it was a Klu Klux Klan clubhouse and a raid on a rubber plant which rebounded on him and saw him sent down for a long stretch. On his release, following countless veiwings of "The great escape,"we'd stretch barbed wire across the end of Cahor pier and crack up as he blindly sailed another Triumph into the Irish sea, Steve Mcqueen my arse, he was nabbed by the Garda (painfull), deported to Milwaukee and blagged his way into the assembly plant as head "technician," finally ending up fitting rockerbox gaskets to early Evos using the simple technique of hammering the fucking bolts through the gaskets, he kept this position for 8 years until determined Harley riders managed to get over 1,500 miles up and the contents of their oiltanks ended up on the belt drive and rear tyre, did'nt alter handling characteristics but stopped conchoes and wheel bearings from going rusty.The game was up for ol' squinters, as was his eyesight but, to save face, the management offered him a position in the Vrod styling dept. He jumped at this (and missed) and the result is the Vrod Muscle, the rear seat/mudguard being the result of a particularly vicous bout of coughing bought on by drinking his contact lens cleaner in the mistaken belief that it was a bottle of Magners White Lightning.
So now you know why it looks like it does.
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