Mod or rocker?

I do have to concour with the bike side of things. The bigger bikes with bigger engines were blaitantly better, but the mods were just sooooo much cooler.

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And the rockers clearly had smaller cocks, hence the need to make up for it with a large greasy motorcycle.

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Wolf in wolfs clothing.

I'd have been a rocker, not that '60s British bikes are anything fantastic but I've ridden Lambrettas and Vespas and they really are unbelievably awful to ride.
For preference a rich rocker in the late '60s with a Laverda SFC.

I, i'll go along with that...

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Look at my sig pic and you'll see that I didn't have an option!- but as a general anecdote let me say that if you stopped an Li Lambretta scooter then there was a more than good chance that you would find, at least, a defective front brake - cos' the standard issue "mod" never thought about lubricating the cable which was just so designed to act as a muck magnet.
Stop a "rocker" bike though and, generally.....and if you were minded to ignore the conspicuous lack of silencer baffles (!!!), you would find that the standard of spannering and service work was fairly good and what you were more likely to be "chatting" about were things like clip-ons and peg positions that were giving an unsafe riding position on the road and other such "sins" that were signs of unthinking excess enthusiasm rather than unthinking stupidity.

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Cranky old shuffler who rides unfashionable bikes slowly whilst reciting Roadcraft.

Mine too. I think he'd disown me if I said I'd have been a mod.

Strange thing is that he doesn't have a lot of animosity towards mods though... it seems that in the Oxford area the things they hated most were bubble cars, and my dad and his mates spent many a pissed-up evening picking them up and hiding them from their owners.

100% Rocker, I hate mods with a vengeance!

Rocker - 1010 Cafe Manchester. So named because that was the number of the shop. There were literally hundreds of us. A few miles down the road the mods used to meet up. Once in a blue moon there would be the occasional altercation - it didn't all bleedin' happen darn sarf you know!

The mods got all the good looking girls and in retrospect they enjoyed some of the best music. But the smell of old spice and brylcreem was too overpowering for me.

Trophy collecting was part of the fun i.e. who would come back from a raid with the most mirrors or Davy Crockett tails which the mods stuck to the aerial at the back of their Vespa or Lambretta. The fur lined hoods on their parkas were also a worthwhile trophy because it showed close engagement with the adversary.

Do I miss those times? Indeed I do. Now, identifiable groups of two wheeled adolescents are almost non existent. Instead nothing but posing pussies showing of their Ducati or Hayabusa or tricked up KTM - like who gives a flying fuck about a bike that will do 160mph + when you can't use the power? No doubt most of todays rider's couldn't pull an engine apart in an evening and get it back together for a late night run. Oh no, Mr. Honda would not be pleased.

All our money went on keeping the bikes on the road not buying silly bleedin' carbon fibre crap (even if it had been around) and mincing around in Dianese power commander suits. If you didn't have ripped jeans or a torn leather jacket you were a puff

Good mates - that was the real essence of it all.

I did say the 60's.

Once punk came in I'd have been a punk.
In actual fact I was a baby skinhead, then a punk/metal fan in the 80's during my teens...then a raver...and now a burnt out fuckwit who took too many drugs.

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Good man Odd Ball. I remember it will. A prized badge.

Neither, I would have been a flower child...or dressed a la Mary Quant, dependant upon my mood...so pretty much how I dressed in the late 80s/early 90s.

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Leather jacket...there's posh

In reality it would more likely have been a PVC faux-leather jacket or a wax cotton number. With a wooly jumper underneath. The grim reality of working class 60s Britain.

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How true
My old man was a rocker and I've got his old original 60's belstaff trialsmaster. I think leather was a luxury most couldn't afford.
He also still has his TriBSA that he built in the 60's.

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Rocker, don't have the hair for a DA, but most of the rest of the image lines up