To ride one that weighs ten thousand pounds, while drunk or stoned To ride a motorcycle at all on the highway in the United States is a bad All of whom rode Harley-Davidson motorcycles that eventually turned into stripped-down, elongated homes. These Harley riders sort of appeared to look like some sort of reversed metamorphosis, where normally a disgusting and revolting caterpillar will transform into an angelic butterfly, for some reason what up until that time were normal people somehow got transfigured into filthy absolutely unappealing cakes of grease and tobacco fumes and liquor and body odor. Vehicles or even walked and most of whom belonged to clubs whose members were utterly devoted to avoiding what most people considered to be 'normal human beings.' Targeted to men but to men who rode Harleys more than they drove other Much in need of improvement, preferably by fiat.Įasyriders showed up one day about that time to no fanfare. Politically all three were liberal and considered America to be endurable but Utterly vulgar and tasteless way so much the better as long as the job got done.

Hustler made no pretense at sophistication in fact it prided itself on anything that would promoteĮjaculant to either ooze or squirt from a penis, and if it was promoted in an

Penthouse on the other hand showed actual entire vaginas. Weekend to be repeated next weekend at Telluride with a different woman. Unleashed quietly and stealthily to achieve a sublime seduction of saidīeauty upon satin sheets on canopied beds in Austrian chateaus over a Moments of advanced levels of erotic sophistication capable of being Possessions worthy of high-minded conversation and elegance mixed with Suave American males who considered hot naked chicks prized Playboy pretended to be aimed at an audience that didn't actually exist: Paid attention to, Playboy, Penthouse and Hustler. There were three American magazines at the time that anyone ever really It is ' what the fuck?' That's right, no one. What? Whoever is it that loses interest in something if their first reaction to I mean you would open itĪnd get confused and go '.what the fuck?.' But you know Hidden within this utter ruin was a subtle winning formula that as far as IĬreating the magazine actually had names. Imbeciles who are human embarrassments to algae' aspect of the staffers was an almost charming, endearing quality, and the occasional publishing gaffes wrong page numbers, pictures upside-down, pages actually actually helped the reader to think 'Yeah, I'm fucked up, but, The self-deprecation aspect, meaning the 'let's face it, we're fucked-up Just wasted but fundamentally inferior from perhaps maybe even a genetic 'Worse' in this case meaning 'even more grungy and not Magazine personnel being just like they, the audience, were and if anything, Them and only them and did it from an editorial point of view of the Harleys and the loons that lived on them and directed all content material at This creature was Easyriders' target audience.īut, no, that didn't happen. Then swing back at 100 miles an hour to get the hell out of there and leave Station wagon and swerve into the wrong lane to make a wide berth and Of crud caked on its 'body' if there even was one under the wasĮnough to send the Good Citizen and his family into a lower gear of the Hair that looked like Jesus had personally cursed it, and of course ten years Sleeveless denim jacket, actual motorcycle boots, helmetless head with Seeing one stranded on some desert highway in its (not his, but its) In 1971 however everyone was afraid of waving the American flag, hippiesĪnd commies ruled the land and bikers were so far off the radar that even Who has a motorcycle wants everyone else to think they are a Hells Angel,Īnd Easyriders is probably the reason Trump actually made it to the Patriotism - now called white Nazi supremacist nationalist hatred rather thanĪmerican patriotism - exists today at all.

When I say Easyriders is the sole reason everyone knows what bikers. I have nothing to gain at this point by kissing Easyriders' ass.

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