As for the skin, the narrowed, teardrop-style gas tank was fabricated by Eightball and mounted low on the backbone for that looks-fast-standing-still vibe. The short and tight rear fender and horseshoe-style oil tank/battery/electrical box were also welded up in-house and bolted to the frame.
When it came to importing parts from beyond the Orange Curtain, the polished five-speed transmission came 2,220 miles from Baker Drivetrain's Haslett, MI, facility. The 96ci motor made quite a trek as well, coming all the way from S&S's Viola, WI, motor mill. But with Metzeler based in Germany, it was the tires that came the longest distance. However, even though Metzeler's home is in Germany, technically the tires did come locally by way of one of Metzeler's many distributors in the O.C. area.
The team at Eightball exhibited their metalworking skills by welding up custom pipes that wrap the motor in a tubular bear hug and join into one just behind the trans, capped with a racing-style muffler.
To add some color to the raw metal, the sheetmetal was taken to Eightball's own paint and body booth at the back of the shop, where everything was doused in black. Once dry, the sheetmetal was sent to Steve Vandemon, an O.C. local and custom pinstripe and graphics guru. While Steve was laying down the tribal-style flames, the frame was hand-sanded and treated with a rust inhibitor before being sent across the street to Nu-Tech Powdercoating in Anaheim to get baked in clearcoat.
With the frame and sheetmetal back, the guys hopped in the shop's chopped '49 shoebox Ford to round up the final components. First they motored down the block to pick up a pair of Sandrail-style headlights and a taillight from Lazer Star in Anaheim. Next, they blazed west on the 91 freeway for about 5 miles to Performance Machine in La Palma to grab hand and foot controls. From La Palma they blasted down a couple side streets to Westminster to pick up their freshly leathered seat pan from Westminster Auto Upholstery. Their next stop took them up the 405 north to the 605 north to Spyke in Downey for coils and a starter. After making a giant loop, their last stop-at BDL in the city of Orange for an open belt drive and clutch-left them just up the street from their stomping grounds. So from there the guys bombed back to the shop to fab up a custom license mount and slam everything together.
When all was said and done, Logan's hot rod ride was exactly what he was looking for: fast and sleek with a fat piece of rubber out back. Now, we aren't pollution experts or anything, but ever since Logan's had his racy rigid, the air in SoCal seems to have more of a smoky tint and a burning-rubber smell.