(intense guitar music)
- We had succeeded
in resurrecting two bikes,
and with the smell of
burning oil in the air,
we just had to see if the machines
worked well enough to
carry us across the desert.
(engines growling)
(laughter)
- Oh God, oh God, oh God.
- [Ari] I can
see the cloud of my smoke,
we goin' left?
- Goin left.
(engine buzzing)
(laughter)
- Oh my God.
- Whoo hohohoho!
(engine buzzing)
(laughter)
- Oh my God, it's so light switch dude.
How's the CX doin'?
- CX is doin' good!
I had the gas off, that was the problem.
My rear brake works great.
I think that's going to be
good for maneuverability.
My clutch is slippin' like a
bastard, I got to adjust it.
- Oh really, It's draggin'?
Dude this thing is snappy.
(engine rev)
(laughter)
They're ferocious, little
kids ride these things?
- Pro little kids, like, dope
little kids that are awesome.
(engine revving)
(laughter)
(engine roar)
(upbeat guitar music)
- I'm feelin' good about gettin' away
from zombies in this thing.
- Yeah!
(laughter)
I mean, this thing is awesome.
- It looks like you're having a good time.
- Oh man, runs great,
transmission feels good,
rear brake works.
I didn't even adjust that.
- I think I just need to bleed the brakes
'cause now it's just, look at this.
There's nothin'.
- [Zack] Huh.
- It's not a lever issue,
it's a system issue.
- He mentioned it's not a lever issue
'cause he knows that I put
the lever together for me.
He's tryin' not to make me feel bad.
I appreciate that.
- We got a couple more
little repairs to do.
We got some fine tuning.
- And then just, final preparations for
the Zombie Apocalypse.
- I'm ready man.
(engines revving)
(rock music)
(power tools buzzing)
(hissing)
(ominous tone)
(camera shutter clicks)
- [Ari] Behold!
My KLR-85 Zombie Hunter in fighting shape.
Half a dozen gallons of fuel
and a piston the size of a shot glass
this smoke spewing mess
is the worst nightmare
of zombies and EPA agents everywhere.
Part two stroke child
maimer, part compressed gas,
the killer 85 defines rolling chaos.
(thunder clap)
(camera shutter clicks)
- [Zack]
Meanwhile in the other corner,
a leading contender for
dumbest bike you've ever seen,
my 1980 CX-500, codename,
Skid Vicious.
Skulls of its victims out front,
24 karat Z-1000 pipes in the back,
and a paintball gun holster
made out of an antifreeze jug,
the only bike this bike
fears is sudden movements
and maybe being near an open flame.
(engine revving)
- Whoo Hoo!
- We are rolling along the road,
we are going to shoot zombies
in the middle of Arizona,
my motorcycle is pissing a lot of gas.
We are running out of daylight.
We haven't really shot our guns.
My gun's falling apart.
(laughter)
- It's going great.
- It's an apocalyptic
disaster, Throttle Out style.
The only thing that's
working is the headlight
in my wildebeest skull really.
Beyond that, we're in deep trouble.
How's life with you?
- My bike's running well enough,
it's just like a terrier at
the end of a taunt leash.
It just wants to go wide open throttle.
And while I have a fair
amount of experience
playing paintball, I
have not wielded a weapon
with my left hand much,
so I need a little bit of practice,
but we don't really have
time for that do we?
- Well, not really.
Also, I'm just hopin' to get there.
I'll worry about shootin'
zombies when that happens.
- If that thing catches on fire,
I want you to just Ghost
Ride that bike man.
- [Zack]
Yeah, I might have to.
- Yeah, you got to go all
Collin Edwards on that thing.
- Okay.
- What's up?
- I think it's better
if the throttles open.
Let's get there.
I'm goin' for it!
(engine revs)
(pop music)
