It is when you come across phenomena like this that you wonder: Which came first - the chicken or the egg? Did they choose the name after Joan Collins had Collins-ized the motorcycles or did they say, "Yea, Cheetah, yea powerful name. A prowler, cool like Alexis, take that Blake! Let's totally spottify the machines."
What, after they spread spots across all these motorcycles, did the police think? Definitely not: those look better as loin cloths, don't they - where are the jungle vines?
Timothy Egan’s excellent post about the McMansion suburbs (“slumburbia”) that were abandoned during this great recession brought back memories of this:
A year after moving to