The call came down from Triumph America to build a project bike last spring.  One thing was for sure, it needed to go fast. And sure, a candy-apple red Bonneville T120 cafe racer would’ve looked bitchin’ on the Fasthouse floor, but one look around this place tells a different story.

60 years ago, our forefathers were blazing across the desert wide open, peering through open- faced helmets and bloodshot eyes as their teeth rattled loose from those old iron sleds. Their Triumphs were an amalgamation of original craftsmanship, field repairs and on-hand improvisations.