Smelly Ivan

Smelly Ivan is one of the mechanics. He is from some obscure part of Germany where you are required to wear the same pair of leather pants all the time. They are black, and rotting off his body. He has bragged about sleeping in them, and I'm sure he does. The only thing he doesn't do is bathe in or out of them. So nobody really wants to spend a lot of time near him, which is unfortunate, because he enjoys nothing more than drinking on the job and then telling some crazy story about one of his highly unlikely sexual experiences or incredible motorcycle riding ability in an accent nobody can understand.

Smelly Ivan has a Kawasaki ZX-10. It is black. It might not have always been black. It looks like he decided one night to paint it, and after drinking even more beer grabbed the nearest spray can and painted it. The can happened to be black. Maybe it's the same black paint he uses to mend his leather pants. When you paint a motorcycle black with a spray can in the dark while you are drunk, it is readily apparent the job was not done by professionals. Especially if the bike was lime green to start with and you ran out of paint midway through your second twelve pack. And why paint the seat black?

So Smelly Ivan rode his black and green Kawasaki to work and decided to do burnouts in the parking lot. He lit it up in front of the showroom, then raced across the parking lot, with the front wheel coming up off the ground. Somehow or another the bike got away from him and shot across the street, then hit a tree. It looks really fucked up, but not much worse than it did after he painted it.