I used to have a big, gray G-shock wristwatch. The band on it was made of a stretchy, elasticized material. Every day after work I would ride my bicycle while wearing that watch. All summer long I would pedal, pedal, pedal – keeping time with my G-Shock watch.
The more I would pedal, pedal, pedal under the summer sun the more sweat would build up in my watchband. I had to be diligent about washing it if I knew what was good for me.
Over time the watch would grow rather…ripe. In the course of doing something as natural and mundane as putting my hair up in a ponytail, my hand would sweep past my face and I would catch a whiff of my pungent watchband. It had a cheesy and slightly rancid smell; the smell of weeks of sweat trapped in its fibers.
Out of some sick, perverse human inclination I would willfully take a whiff of the band every now and then. I knew it stunk and still, I would periodically smell it. On purpose.
The end result was always the same, “Man, that stinks!”
The Buell Battlewtin reminds me of my smelly watchband. It’s hideous and yet, I was unable to tear my eyes away from looking at it while we visited the Barber Museum. I repeatedly found myself drawn to it’s absurdly bulbous Beluga whale-ness.
It looks like something they built 50 years ago as a representation of what motorcycles would look like in the year 2000 when we lived on the moon.
The 80’s were an interesting time. They gave rise to being gagged with a spoon, Flock of Seagulls haircuts and the Battletwin. Erik Buell‘s strange creation was first birthed in his workshop in 1985.
And yet, for all it’s strangeness – I just can’t quit it! I can’t stop looking at it. Am I alone here?