One of my favorite stories is from my brother in law. Back in the 50's he rode motorcycle in a group. The word gang just doesn't fit when I think of him. The towns folk didn't really feel the same way I do because after they rode into this small town in Ontario (sorry I don't know which one) they literally closed up the town. Shutting doors and locking locks.
My sister rode with them often and she is one of the most down to earth non-partying types ever. Not your typical motorcycle momma for sure.
Anyways I think this photo is a real piece of history and culture or counter culture.
My brother in law is the one on the far right kneeling down.
I have a great family.