Originally posted by lazs2
oh comeon ft....
what are you remembering? "some of the things" we did as bikers? EVERYTHING we did was meant to shock and destroy. The bikes we built (admitedly maybe a decade before your period) were rat bikes in the extreme... stripped down cop bikes that were for the most part worn out or hopped up to make the most noise and cause the biggest sensation..
one of those disco balls of (as funked says) "bling bling" doesn't even get anyone to put down their starbucks when they go by or end a boring conversation...
When we went by on our bikes people stopped what they were doing and ran to the windows and such to see.
our lifestyle was violent, criminal and parasitic. We had more rules than the SS.
"bros" killed each other for profit or meaningless "infractions".
But still.... it was less embarassing than those silly bellybutton greybeards building candyassed bikes for posers.
lazs
Oh I remember the rat bikes, I didn't own one, but I road with a lot of guys who did. Some fo the crudest things, those were shock and awe just because they looked like they should/could have never been on the road. The basket cases that never got fully finished as to get on the road asap, or purposely made to be ugly as sin itself.
200+ bikes with short straights did turn heads, but people didn't smile and wave, once they saw what it was they prayed that we just kept going and didn't stop there. It was more like people saw their lives flash before their eyes ~G~.
How many times did you hear.."How much for your ol lady/*****?" "give me a bag of weed and she's yours..." ?
Even as crazy as it was, it still had great memories. I'm just glad those times are over for me. It got to be just a little too hairy with the club wars. Hell there were enough wars within a club, not to mention rivals.