1966 BARRED OUTLAW MOTORCYCLE MAGAZINE | BRUTAL! FRANK! VIOLENT!

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From the archives of Nostalgia on Wheels comes this lil’ peek at Barred Outlaw Motorcycle magazine– a biker exploitation rag written not for riders, but for voyeurs looking for what makes those bad boys tick. Think of it as a primer for squares on bikers. There’s just enough laughable, inaccurate and hyperbolic writing that when they do actually mention the true 1%’er MC’s it kinda lacks any sting. Hell, they can’t even get the year right for when The Wild One (the Godfather of all biker exploitation flicks) was filmed… ca. 1960??? What I do love about the magazine is the use of images, the layouts, fonts, etc. It is pure gold for the design-minded among us. It’s kinda refreshing compared to all the stripped-down aesthetic out there right now.

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BARRED OUTLAW MOTORCYCLE SPECIAL– ANGELS FROM HELL! Today’s rebels on wheels, living a legend of violence and excitement. Their love is hate…for everything and everyone– but each other!

The outlaw clubs usually have names such as– the Galloping Gooses, Satan’s Slaves, Road Rats, Cavaliers, Outlaws, El Diablos, Chosen Few (a Negro group), Gypsy Jokers, Rod Regents, Tiki’s, East Bay Dragons (a Negro group), Vikings, Sportsmen, K-Lifts, Devil’s Henchmen, Monks, Coffin Cheaters, Iron Horsemen, and several others scattered throughout the state.

Hanging out at some taco joint or roaring down the highway hell bent for mischief… They command attention and this is exactly what that want and get. Oddball attire, blunt-scissor haircuts, beards and goofy headgear. Add it all up and you’ve got a bunch of Barbarian bastards…or some claim, the mod generation gladiators. Read, look, and decide for yourself after all (as they say) isn’t this a dimocrazzy!

HANGOUTS! Taco joints, drive-ins, low budget coffee shacks– these are “outlaw” hangouts. They love joking and re-living recent episodes in their bizarre lives…stolen bikes, latest spots to obtin a fix, who’s locked up this month…it’s all trashed-over…over a weed!

…on purpose a fellow in a large truck ran into the back of a kid who was riding a little Honda. When the kid got up off the ground, the truck driver walked over and punched him. Unnoticed by the truck driver several outlaw motorcyclists were standing there and saw the whole thing. What happened to the driver and truck in the next few minutes shouldn’t happen to anyone. They literally tore the truck and driver to pieces. A bully is one thing the outlaws don’t like. Anyhow, it gave them a chance to do their good deed for the day…

(Irish Rich spotted that the chopper rider above is a young Clifford “Sonny” Vaughs)

“Outlaws” are not of this world…dope, orgies, you name it…they’ll do it!! Outlaws want to smash through the square world that hems them in. They leave no past, expect nothing in the future, they live for the moment, the instant thrill!!

PARTY TIME!! Party to an “outlaw” means six-packs chug-a-lug with any bottle handy…Bay Rum to Jim Beam! Cocktails are for citizens! Petting…that’s for children!

A stamp of individualism are the many Nazi souvenirs which are worn on the “outlaw’s” jackets. Members are not followers of any anti-government movement, but they collect these souvenirs much like a stamp collector. Many times they are seen swapping them with fellow outlaws from different parts of the state.

…In the meantime, while they are stealing the dying outlaw, one of the caucasian roughnecks rapes a young, beautiful Negro nurse– but is in such a hurry that he doesn’t really have time to get her pregnant. This pointed out the fact that the gang is not prejudice. They get the nearly dead cyclist back to the pad to give him first aid through a marijuana cigarette. To their surprise he dies. Well, that’s OK, because it’s a blast to have a funeral… –Name this biker flick!

Most outlaw motorcyclists range in age from a minimum of 21 all the way to about 50. The majority are in their middle twenties. The average outlaw lasts about 6 years– he either has too many problems with the law, or he may want to hang it up for a different type life. To be an outlaw motorcyclist means that you must expect to get hassled by the police many times.

Few employers ever want to hire a person who is branded as an outlaw motorcyclist. You have to learn to live away from a conventional society and be looked upon s a non-conformist, beatnick on wheels, or just plain individualist. You’ll have learned to abide by club rules. If a citizen provokes trouble with any of the outlaws, they will always get the blame because of their past reputation.

What is necessary to become a president? Presidents are spokesmen for the club. They don’t necessarily need to be the toughest member– but should be able to hold their own in a good physical brawl. They re usually more articulate and have a fair ability to express themselves. Being an excellent cyclist and having an outstanding motorcycle is very important. On most runs they are road captains and will set the pace. He has to make sure his members make their bail bond payment on time.

(A young Sonny Barger of the Hell’s Angels spotted in the pic above)

When a new member joins a club he is issued his colors which are usually a sleeveless Levi jacket with the club’s name and insignia on the back. They re laid out on the ground to be “initiated.” All members will stand around it urinating, pouring beer, mustard, oil, grease. One member might “flash” (a term for vomiting), and anything else that might add to the filth will be thrown on the colors. They will then jump up and down on the jacket, making sure the dirt and filth is penetrating into the jacket. After the colors are official, the member is never able to wash it, for this is his party cloth and riding outfit.

Brawls are quite common among the Barbarian breed of cyclist. What else might there be to do when the party gets boring? They have never been known to fight fair, or according to the rule book. In some cases after the fight is broken up, they will even shake hands. Then the madder of the two, while his opponent is walking away, will sneak up behind him and rap him over the head with a chain or whatever else might be handy at the time. Then the contest of who can fight the dirtiest will start all over again. To be considered a handsome outlaw, one should have at least several battle or accidental scars. It also makes an excellent conversational piece to reminisce about.

You can never underrate an outlaw motorcyclist. Many of them are well educated and they’re a tough bunch of guys living the rugged life they live. A noted sociologist once said, “there is a touch of this in all of us, so that is why society tends to aggrandize the barbarian outlaws of the modern day.”