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Guest Iain C

I saw this film last night and I thought that it was great. I can't believe I hadn't seen it before! I'm sure it's normal to feel this way, but this morning I want nothing more than a leather jacket, a pair of vintage 501s, and a huge fucking Triumph or something. I've never had a go on a motorbike (or a car) but fuck me, what an exciting film!

 

Look at Lee Marvin. I want that stripey top to add to my collection; according to Wikipedia a Hells Angels chapter leader bought it and would wear it when confronting the law!

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Just look at Marlon Brando:

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For me, the final smile he gives to Kathy was as great a performance as anything else I've seen Brando in!

 

I want to live like this:

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Mary Murphy was decent, but this was totally a MAN film!

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Here are some good pictures I found of actual bikers in the 1950s:

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There's probably been a thread on this already, but bikers are so awesome. My uncle was part of a motorcycle club and still bikes everywhere apparently, but he's kind of estranged from the family and I've only met him a handful of times. Bikes are fantastic!

 

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My best friend was a rocker/biker in the 60's, early 70's. Done 30 years in prison so far, had a good few times with him since he's been out though. Awesome, awesome, hard as fuck people.

 

(You may remember from your prison thread actually Iain).

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Yeah, he's not a small guy and we all know what happened to him... but I think the role sort of calls for that kind of build anyway.

 

I'm not fat by nature. I got fat mostly because I loved brownies, ice cream and everything else that makes you fat. One reason for this, I suspect, is that when I was a kid, I'd come home to find my mother gone and dishes in the sink. I'd feel low and open the icebox, and there would be an apple pie, along with some cheese, and the pie would say: "C'mon, Marlon, take me out. I'm freezing in here. Be a pal and take me out, and bring out Charlie Cheese too." Then I'd feel less lonely.

:sad:

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