You know those kitchy wall clocks featuring hourly songbird calls or the mating croaks of twelve obscure frog species? This is not that. The ‘Pipes’ Moto-Clock speaks fluent, wide open gearhead. At twelve you’ll hear ten seconds of doppler-distorted open-piped nitrous-burning S&S vee motor (doing a full burnout/run/cool down dragstrip cycle). Next, a banshee wailing Honda 250 six GP bike at Brands Hatch tells you it’s one pm...at two you’ll hear ten seconds of HPN BMW boxer wide open across the Sahara piste....at three a triumph speed triple going through the gears on a twisty road (with echoes between the hedgerows)....at four there’s the glorious Britten in top gear on the high banks at Daytona. A 916 Duck with the throttle pinned blasts through the tunnels on the Angels Crest to announce five pm, and at six it’s an old loose Dunstall Kwacker H-2 with open chambers, wound tight while crossing the Duluth interstate high bridge on a whiskey death run (How’d that get in there?)....at seven...uh, you get the idea.