It was a different time – when the 90′s dream was still alive country wide (not just in Portland). It was hopes and dreams and ice-cream promises. It smelled of both ginger and ale. It was Snake Pliskin escaping from LA aboard a bone stock 883 sporty. A fork mounted long rifle and a very chromed out sidearm bringing respectable firepower to his cause. Alas, that was 1996. A lot has changed in the following sixteen years. It seems SoCal has not broken off from the contiguous 48 and LA was never transformed into a formal penitentiary (though one could argue otherwise). Indeed, the only thing underwater are the majority of our mortgages. Yet the venerable Sporty, a fine leather coat, and an open-carry long rifle remain a constant theme. What this country needs is a little less talk and a little more Snake. That’s where we come in…
Snake can do more with one eye than most men can do with two.
A wood stocked Mini-14, Leupold optics, and the hardened stare of a male model. Escaping from the Pearl District is a task suited for only the most skilled Sporty pilot.