Paul probably scares little children when they see him for the first time - the unhinged facial hair, the full sleeves, the crazy eyes. But I get the sense he’s just a bit old softie when he’s cuddlin’ up to Mrs. Benway. Anyway, that has nothing to do with motorsickles… he built this bitchin’ trumpet, which I saw for the first time at the Chop Shop open house. Leaving a bike raw can be hit or miss - there is no inbetween. It either looks rad, or looks like shit. The Doc has definitely got a hit on his hands. Word on the street is he just got his hands on an Ironhead sporty, which I expect will come out just as sweet as this little scoot.