Honey Buzzard was raised from an unwanted playa beach cruiser buried high inside an airlock at Fort Sherman, given a pile of extra parts and scrap steel and acid, named after a bird that eats wasp nests, and somehow became a ship you'd want to take home and introduce to your ma.
The dual handlebars lead to an unexpectedly comforting flight experience, as you are shielded by mighty wings of chromed steel. Cognac leather handgrips and the sculptural beak basket almost make you forget the growing discomfort in your stylish rear end.
After a few too many bunny hops and heavy loads in the beak, the Buzzard began to experience...well...unexpected changes in the fork angle. Not to worry: the hull, beak, and fork ends were extracted for a ghoulish resurrection in the form of Dr. Moreau. Deadblow promises even more spikes this time.