Tuesday, 26 July 2011
You could lose your balls at any moment
However, the thing was truly a marvel to many of us growing up in the seventies. In a time before health and safety, before hard hats and carbon fibre finger braces, the chopper was a way to get closer to God, to your own mortality and so to life. That out of control feeling as one of these machines hit a speed wobble at twenty miles an hour, the knowledge you could lose your balls at any moment or fly head first through the handlebars did, for sure give life new meaning. It was a sad day when the last original chopper rolled off the production line. A sad day indeed.
Posted by Dobbo at 9:03 pm