Somehow, the project seemed cursed. All those gathered together at this great creative birth, said, nay, swore, that morphing the stock Aero into one supercool, original, bobber-like thing within the time allowed would be a piece of cake. No worries. The bike was shipped that day to Wilson's fab shop for disassembly. The front fender was tossed, the tank removed for some reshaping and stretching, and the rear fender sliced up. Wilson donated a `50s era cat taillight that looked like it was sitting on the shelf since James Dean died in a ball of fire and Porsche parts. Cool.