What is that crap, RH? No "Animals"?
No windshields, no hardbags, no MP3 player. Back when outlaw bikers rode outlaw bikes. Notice the obesity trend rose with bikers since the 70s like it did the rest of America.
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...but the highway hurts my butt and where do I keep my gear?
Bikers used to be scary because they lived a scary life. They rode dangerous bikes too fast, their hands were oil and greased stained from working on bikes that wouldn't stay running, not greasy from chicken wings at the local Hooter's rip-off. The very image of them was scary. They slept in bedrolls strapped to their bike on trips to bike week, not hotels with omelet bars.
Now they're just scary because they may or may not be unhinged murders. Like the guy at the office that shoots the place up after he gets canned. He wasn't scary the day before pulling up in his Honda with his khakis on, but when he steps into the breakroom with a rifle he's a pretty terrifying dude. There's no art to that kind of scariness. If it wasn't for colors nowadays you couldn't tell a 1%er from the Brookside crew. Same dudes, same bikes. No art anymore. Art is dead now. My dad remembers vividly seeing a group of terrifying bikes blast pass his family station wagon on the freeway in the late 60s in Philly. He didn't know what club (I'm guessing Pagans), but he remembers the matching patches and remembers the impression they left just by rolling down the highway. You think that Twin Peaks crew scares anybody when they roll by? I can't tell them from all the other F150 HARLEY DAVIDSON EDITION driving rednecks around here. The world gets sadder every year. Where's the poetry? Wal-Mart outlaws. One size fits all.
Bikers used to be scary because they lived a scary life. They rode dangerous bikes too fast, their hands were oil and greased stained from working on bikes that wouldn't stay running, not greasy from chicken wings at the local Hooter's rip-off. The very image of them was scary. They slept in bedrolls strapped to their bike on trips to bike week, not hotels with omelet bars.
Now they're just scary because they may or may not be unhinged murders. Like the guy at the office that shoots the place up after he gets canned. He wasn't scary the day before pulling up in his Honda with his khakis on, but when he steps into the breakroom with a rifle he's a pretty terrifying dude. There's no art to that kind of scariness. If it wasn't for colors nowadays you couldn't tell a 1%er from the Brookside crew. Same dudes, same bikes. No art anymore. Art is dead now. My dad remembers vividly seeing a group of terrifying bikes blast pass his family station wagon on the freeway in the late 60s in Philly. He didn't know what club (I'm guessing Pagans), but he remembers the matching patches and remembers the impression they left just by rolling down the highway. You think that Twin Peaks crew scares anybody when they roll by? I can't tell them from all the other F150 HARLEY DAVIDSON EDITION driving rednecks around here. The world gets sadder every year. Where's the poetry? Wal-Mart outlaws. One size fits all.
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I heard this gang went and shot up a Starbucks.
The Animals and The Doors are among my most-hated 60s bands. I just don't dig it.
That ain't nothing. Watch out for these bad-asses.
Hell's Accountants.
Are you ready to be gang-audited?
Don't forget these tough guys
Those aren't car tires, are they?
Nope, those are 16" road tires, probably factory FL gear.
You'll note the absent front fender....that sucks in the rain. (or gravel, or mudholes)
But...if ya ever seen a front fender on a springer get into that front tire - no bueno!
It was a joke, in reference to a long, funny, and sometimes contentious thread from several years ago
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