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you're trying to find your highest good in the rows of
production motorcycles, ask yourself this, "What spirit has
made this machine for me?" The answer, of course, is that
there is no spirit at all, but a "mind," a population-mind
with a cortex made of profit. The comodification of "individuality" has created cool on a hanger, mail-order rebellion, and insta-choppers. There at the gates of metered-acceptance, in the "tion" of things, population-mind grows. There's a Thai restaurant I eat in, a tiny, tiny place with great food and one chef who makes cooking up a bowl of noodles look like high art. On "HIS" massive gas-flame stove are drilled the words "Little Thai Express" in a font style that struggles for clarity through the thick blackened metal. A chopped stove. A rounding of manufacturing's hard right angles. A man and his machine with one voice. That's why stock sucks. Ride on, Mark... |
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Q- What is your definition of a "chopper?" People forget that the real reason for choppers coming around in the first place, and that the term "chopped" came from when our boys from the 2nd world war came home with flathead Harleys and a need to blow off all that steam and pent up frustration. They started racing these machines. But the Brit bikes were blowing our doors off on the street and strip be cause they were lighter. So, being the innovative people that Americans are, they started "chopping" off the unnecessary parts that were not functional so that we could compete with the Brit bikes. The artists and ChopperHedz took over from there. Guys began chroming, painting, stretching, and raking their bikes. It used to be a sort of contest between bros during the winter months to see who could customize their choppers the cheapest and wildest. Ideas and techniques were a close guarded secret, only shared with the closest of bros. To me, it is simple. If I build a chopper and i pull up to a stop sign and someone pulls up next to me with the exact same scoot-- I'm pulling over to the nearest phone booth and calling a bro with a truck to come pick me up so I can get right back to the drawing board. Custom to me means that no one has one like mine. I don't manufacture scoots, I build masterpieces...its an art and a way of life and no one can put a price on that. It still remains true- some things you just can't buy." the blacksmith <Amen!! -:) Mark> "Choppers came from thinking outside the box. There's a mechanical component and there's an artistic angle too. Fusing the two can be an awful challenge. Rugged
individualism ought to be the driving factor in fringe biking ; not
conformity. Conformity ought to be deliberately stamped out. Conformity
makes the whole deal look too much like a fashion show for butch boys.
Conformity stifles the creative component in biking. Is that why all Hogs
look the same even though the pride of the industry is that they are all
different? The
meaning of "chopper" has taken a radical change over the
past few years. The original idea was to eliminate the John Huetter "Choppers are of one's creation, to be of a different breed. The chopper guys are the ones who plan and put their dreams and ideas to work for them and create a motorcycle separate from the rest, to identify themselves, through their work and creativity. Never looking for acceptance, but just to be left alone and enjoy their lives their way." Thanks to D.DAWG "I am not sure if you have ever read the puke that oozes from the pages of "The Horse" but...it would certainly appear that they are the only ones who have the slightest idea what a chopper is and ain't. Hell, they go as far (in the role of self-appointed chopper judges and jury) of hanging "coontails" on bikes that don't fit their undisclosed and perpetually contradicting terms of what constitutes a "chopper." I agree with D.Dawg's definition . But each of us dream in different ways and also within the means of different financial constraints. Some actually have the skill to build their own from end to end while others must commission skilled builders to realize their visions. A man's bike is built HOWEVER he likes even if he wants it painted by Leonardo DaVinci and engraved like a Browning Renaissance. There certainly are things I wouldn't do but, I don't expect everyone to dig my scooters. So, I say to each his own and pick your own poison! I'm not here to judge your bike even if I know I can do better! This is the reason I have no subscription to the aforementioned rag. I doubt many readers of "The Horse" agree with the editors' non-stop blasting of other folks dreams and "art". |
RANT #1: Why do Harley riders get so patriotic about what's in their garage when their house is filled with imported goods?? "In terms of pure workmanship, I don't like Harleys. I ride them because I'm in the club, and that's the image, but if I could I would seriously consider riding a Honda...We really missed the boat not switching over to the Japanese models when they began building bigger bikes...Right now, Hell's Angels are stuck with Harleys, or maybe we're stuck with each other. Someday we'll be smart enough to walk away." Ralph
"Sonny" Barger - pg. 53
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