Dyna Bro Dreams
Words & illustrations by Little Bill
There’s something about the first hit of ignition that feels holy.
You can spend your paycheck on mods, gear, tech — whatever flexes the hardest — but every so often, a piece of equipment comes along that actually feels alive.
The SIMPSON Forged Carbon – Ghost Bandit isn’t just a helmet. It’s an artifact born of storm, speed, and spark.
It’s the kind of thing that doesn’t just protect you on the ride —
… it dares you to chase the lightning and see what's on the other side.
Wired wrong in all the right ways. Gasoline in my veins, static in my skull.
Only the smoldering melancholy from Brody Dalle and The Distillers pumping through my AirPods can rival my raw, jagged excitement for the first test ride.
That night, the city was glowing—neon bleeding through the Huntington Beach fog, my mind dull and rolling low like the world was booting up again. I slipped on my new SIMPSON Forged Bandit, and the air changed frequency. The gold reflective visor dropped; the noise outside folded into a steady hum, like the calm before a lightning strike.
This lid isn’t a helmet. It’s a storm cell. Gorgeously glossed and rippling with the chaotic frenzy of forged carbon—each layer a spark frozen mid-flash. You hold it in your hands and swear you can feel the voltage still trapped inside, waiting for ignition.
When I fire up the Dyna, my pipes growl at the moon. The sky answers, and shades of pink emerge from the remaining daylight peeking over the horizon, highlighting the Pacific Coast Highway.
First twist of throttle—boom—white noise in my chest, blue fire on the asphalt. Gone.
The asphalt is slick from drizzle, every taillight a bleeding pixelation into my visor. The Ghost Bandit cuts through it all clean, stable, surgical. Wind hits and rolls off like static discharge. No wobble, no lift—just the sound of thunder translating through the motor and into the atmosphere.
The designer inlay liner hugs your head and opens your mind; the airflow is cool and available. My thoughts scatter, then align. At speed, everything becomes infinite: you, the bike, the pulse. No past or future, just constant voltage.
I stop under a flickering sign in front of a Randy’s Donuts somewhere past the edge of LA. Pull the helmet off. The carbon gleams. I see storm clouds trapped under glass, breathing. Some kid in a slammed Honda Civic slows, looks, and keeps rolling, his tinted windows reflecting the Obsidian Grey.
That’s the thing about the SIMPSON Forged Carbon Ghost Bandit—it’s not just trying to be safe and sleek; it hums with energy, a relic alive with futuristic-alien spark. It pulses, waiting for its next storm. It’s what thunder would look like if it learned to ride a Harley and had a YouTube channel.
You don’t buy this helmet for comfort—you buy it for opulence, a reminder that the world’s still alive beneath the algorithm. The Matrix is part of the story.
When the sky cracks open and the road hums beneath my tires, I feel the charge flowing through me.
And the Forged Carbon Ghost Bandit is my conductor.
My crown of carbon lightning.
Authors Bio: Bill “Little Bill” Konieczny, of Beach City Thunder – California Custom Cycles (Orange County, CA) is a Master Builder, Certified Harley-Davidson Technician, and J&P Cycles Technical Expert. Certified since 1998, Bill brings over two decades of hands-on experience in custom fabrication, performance tuning, and American V-twin engineering. His builds and insight reflect a lifetime spent in the trenches — where craftsmanship, precision, and raw horsepower meet.
