Classic images of bikers from the 70’s and earlier are a hit among today’s discriminating enthusiasts. And it’s not just a case of looking back through rose colored glasses to motorcycling’s past. Rather it is the natural consequence when popular culture celebrates cartoonish exaggerations, and shuns the genuine.
Doug Barber’s photos remind us of a time when the bikes, and the people that rode them were the real deal. Thankfully, Doug was there living it; not just as an observer from the outside. This collection of images combined with the words of Sorez the Scribe provides a unique glimpse into our culture’s past. For those that lived, partied and rode during that time it’s a memory book of sorts. For the new generation it represents the path less chosen, inspiration, and a history book of our two- wheeled forefathers.
What can I say...I like cheap beer. People always give Pabst a hard time, but I just don't get it.
I think the shit tastes great, and I've been known to leave a 12 Box hollow, no problem. Plus when you're at the beach, you can pour it over your head and not think twice about it cause what does it cost? Nuthin? Good stuff.
So a buddy was telling me about an old Sportster he had in his barn. Said it hadn't been ridden in years. I told him I'd love to go look at it. He just kinda laughed and said "tell ya what, you go check it out, take it home, tinker around with it, and if you think you might want it, we'll work something out." Needless to say it was in my garage the next day. It took a little effort, but I got her running and fucking love it!
This thing is different from any bike I've ever ridden. Right-side shift, kick only, etc. etc.etc. Sometimes it fires right up, sometimes it's a bitch and a half. But when she fires right up, it feels great!
I'll hopefully be adding more pics and such as I go along.