As I start my third donut, wheels locked and clutch popped, I start wondering at what point this massive hunk of metal’s going to tip over. But it never does. It simply squats into its custom-tuned Bilstein suspension and sits there, kicking up copious amounts of limestone quarry dust that gradually waft into the cockpit, because I was dumb enough to leave the window open.
In no time, this monstrous 4×4 has gone from all-black to multiple shades of dusty brown, but I’m having too much fun to care — after all, it was built for shenanigans of the wildest kind. Welcome to the Bowler experience.
Words for Iron & Air Magazine… read it here | Images by Gregory George Moore
