Post-Industrial Grease Monkey

Jesse James and the gradual degreasing of the West Coast Chopper

We'd both called ahead—but she got majorly hassled by the pitbull PR machine, telling her she couldn't shoot pictures because the Weekly hadn't inked a cover-story contract.

It all ended well, though: we got some snaps anyway—and James got his face time later that week, all over Access Hollywood. The show's anchors gushed on James, his steely-eyed gaze but gentle nature, his rippled physique. Didn't actually talk to him. Sorta mentioned the new book.

But not a word about his metalworking, gas-tank-beating, hammer-welding, chopper-building hand skills.

They did say girls like him. You can see why girls would.

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