Carbureted by Motorhead. Jetted by Thin Lizzy. Heads ported and polished by a Zeke-like efficiency on the flat track. Brakes? Removed. Insobriety? Check. Exhaust? Straight pipes, baffles removed, and can activate car alarms from a hundred yards. The Loud Pipes are a rat bike of a punk rock bar band, but the engine’s a monster, one that Poison Idea would approve of. What they give up in finesse, they’ve gained in pure, thick rubber-left-on-pavement power and fat, bruisey riffs. Not what I usually bang along to, but I tip my helmet to ’em.