We are living through strange times. There was a code once. It was a rough as the blades on these up-swept pipes or as tough as the ride on this rigid mounted seat. It was a time when bikers took over for the outlaws of the west. Every night was a roll of the dice. Our bikes were much like this one stripped to the max. With as little as a few bucks in out pockets, a buck knife and a welder’s leather over an old military jacket we struck out to find excitement in the night. Read more.