




Forget Peter Fonda. Forget Dennis Hopper. Ladies and gentleman, here’s the real deal: chopper style.
Brought to you in all shapes and colors here, at your beloved belowthenose friday special post, this mustachian crew needs no bikes, no leather jackets, no hottie american-flagged roadies no „I just dig the wind-on-my-face“.
Oh, and no rezor either.