Choppers Inc is a no nonsense, no bullshit shop. No catalog parts, no walls full of chromy crap, no racks full of the latest leathers. It’s a shop chocked full of cool gadgets, their own line of shirts and apparel and their super cool and original six gun parts (all patented designs). It’s a shop designed for building bikes, welding, machining, blacksmith banging, fabricating and even partyin’ some.
There’s no showroom, no nothin’. You walk in and you’ll see Billy or Nick throwing wrenches around. Gene’s answering the phones and running the sales, and if you’re lucky, Suzanne’s running the whole operation backstage. If you stay there long enough (without being a pest), you will see a lot of people stumbling in and out. They come to shoot the shit, but they don’t interfere with bike building progress. Family’s always near. Cute chicks come and go and there’s always something to be completed.
There’s Nick a master mechanic.
Speaking of things to be finished: Two Discovery bikes; The famous hubless the Camel bike; the VQ bike and countless other choppers and customer bikes being built. There’s always a project or three going on, all with that individual touch that Billy gives his choppers. With each creation contains a million tiny details and some major ones as well. While Billy creates one component, Nick fabricates another. There’s no egos clashing here. There’s not enough space nor time for them. On any given day you see the polisher, painter, chromer, powdercoater and even the seat maker stopping by, grabbing a beer, picking-up what needs work and heading out. Choppers, Inc. is fortunate enough to have surrounded itself with hard working, true friends. They accomplish what it takes for the benefit of the Choppers Inc. Code, not the individual.
It’s Booster and Jesse.
If you happen to pass by Melbourne make sure to go by and check it out. Please, don’t ask to sit on the choppers and don’t even talk to Nick if he’s limping. And if you see cameras there, it’s better to turn around and come by some other time……Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Booster’s Chop.
— Jose De Miguel
The man, Billy Lane, himself.
Visit our Web Site
