We call ourselves French Kiss Kustoms. My brother Bob and I are of French descent. Our partner Ed Rusch is German (too widely accepted now). We went for the French thing because everyone hates the French, so the more offensive, the better, right? The ladies seem to dig it, so that's cool. We didn't think about people having to pilfer through endless porn sites looking for our site, but that isn't a bad thing either.
Our first bike left us with an uncontrollable desire to create another. We knew the next one had to have more handmade parts, a more period look, more, more, more. We knew what we were going to do, but we needed some cash. So I decided to hit up the ol' father-in-law (stackin') for the funds. After a few cocktails, a couple rug burns on the knees, and a pungent odor stuck in my nostrils, a deal was struck. Big Pops recognized our talent (for bike building, you perverts), and wanted to help us pursue our dreams. So I swallowed my pride (yeah, that's all I swallowed), and was off with the loot.
Now came the most difficult part of the build: Rounding up the parts. I got tons of paper cuts and my brother got carpel tunnel trying to find the right shit for this build. We wanted to use mostly new parts to create a bike that looked like it came around 40 years ago. We're partial to the psychedelic style, in case you didn't notice. So we ordered all the right shit, and some wrong, and waited anxiously for it all to come in.
A few weeks later we had most of the stuff we needed. Paughco wishbone, VL I-beam Springer, 21-inch spool hub with Speedmaster, 16-inch with Coker double white line and so on...oh, just read the tech sheet. There was only one problem; so far, we could not find an axle to mate the front tire to the Springer. It was taken to my boys over at Deviant Design (fabbin fools). They cut us an axle and spacers out of stainless that worked as well as it looked. Then it was back to the assembly shop for mock up. We built the roller, threw in the drivetrain, and were off to the fab shop.