Rick leaned closer, keeping his voice low.
“Where’d you find this one? He’s hot.”
“Kid hitchhiked in from Iowa,” Cal murmured. “Says he wants to be in the movies.”
Cal didn’t take his eye from the viewfinder.
“How was he?”
Rick gave a quiet snort. “Wouldn’t know,” he whispered. “He doesn’t play for our team.”
Cal shook his head slightly.
“Damn shame.”
Rick watched Hog hold the pose on the bike and smiled.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “Tragic.”
Image 1 - Hog Chopper (who Vintage Muscle Men informed me takes his pseudonym from combining two slang terms for large motorcycle; thanks for the note!)
Image 2 - Pantero El Salvador (hog and chain...great name for a leather bar;)
Image 3 - Boomer Swift (left of center)
Image 4 - John Holmes (high on the hog)
Image 5 - Dan Kennedy (revving the engine)
Image 6 - Barry Centini (Honda crush)
Image 7 - Dusty Dillon (zzz's and rays)
They also added their own visual language. A rider straddles the machine, the motor rumbling between his legs while the wind pushes against his body and face. If a passenger climbs onto the pillion behind, he has to hold tight around the driver to stay on. In photographs, the bikes were often pulled into studios, patios, or garages and used almost like furniture, but the real fantasy was always the same: the roar of the engine and the promise of the open road ahead.
Image 8 - Ledermeister (Pillion)
Image 9 - Mad Dog Mains (tailpipes and freckles)
Image 10 - Bill Pallus (side saddle)
Notes?
Any favorites, info, or stories? Anyone seen the movie, Pillion? If so, what did you think?
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