Talk about it being hot as hell.
Even those bright LEDs look like hands on their way to wrap around a head in disbelief. That stubby muscular tail doesn’t care about ordinary concepts like decency and humility; it puts that 240-section mass of ZR-rated rubber on borderline-scandalous display. And those four pipes, each with a diameter bigger than most pistons you’ve seen, are field artillery units masquerading as musical instruments. That stylised five-petal wheel almost looks too delicate and out of place; you’d expect a spiky shredder in its place to go with the rest of the vibe.
This Italian devil has never been more serious about its name
