So I went to Vancouver to pick up my BSA this weekend, camped out in some pull outs and took a few photos. I can't get them to go in the right order, so just figure it out man
Shea's XS something or other, actually looking real radical.
Pile of parts that maybe someday will be a BSA again. Even though I think it's missing a lot of crucial bits and is already frustrating me to the point of walking away. But that's for another day.
More of Shea's mochine.
The ol' lady playin' chopper mama on the weird frame. That I don't think will work but whatever I ain't mad about it.