1930 Custom Henderson, please!
In the brilliant "retro-tropolis" that is my future fantasy, Blythe would roll on one of THESE:
Or maybe THIS one:
Or perhaps THIS one if it wasn't shit brown...
My father would be appalled that his terribly sensible, risk-adverse daughter is consistently attracted to two-wheeled death machines. "Organ donation vehicles", as he calls them...
Or maybe THIS one:
Or perhaps THIS one if it wasn't shit brown...
My father would be appalled that his terribly sensible, risk-adverse daughter is consistently attracted to two-wheeled death machines. "Organ donation vehicles", as he calls them...