Took my shovel for a ride this morning out on the airport highway. I hit the entrance ramp and about 1/4 mile ahead I see two bikes and hear the unmistakable crackle of open drags. I close the gap, and to my astonishment -- A FUCKING FLATHEAD BOBBER! Bobbed rear fender (of course), tank shift, springer, shotgun drags, Model A taillight, some cool pinstriping. He's ripping it through the gears. And his friend -- wearing a pudding bowl helmet -- is wailing on a yellow Norton. I don't know what it's like where you live, but I rarely see anything like that.