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The Modern Outlaws are men convened by chance for a motorcycle trip through Montana. Understated with expressions of good taste, they suffer the common lust. Rapacious appetite for wine and women leads to thundering obtrusion on sleepy hamlets and shady dives, where they take what may be taken. Buster hides his hostility. Stuey ...
The Modern Outlaws are men convened by chance for a motorcycle trip through Montana. Understated with expressions of good taste, they suffer the common lust. Rapacious appetite for wine and women leads to thundering obtrusion on sleepy hamlets and shady dives, where they take what may be taken. Buster hides his hostility. Stuey triumphs over poverty with excessive chrome, including braces at 45. Wheelie must prove his namesake. Derek is happily married, suave and shameless. Wade is stoned. Dave takes blood pressure pills at the pinnacle of industrial leverage. Rodney is Born Again and a petty thief. Joe is a sociopath.
"It's all around the table with glad-handing and too many names to remember and just as many ids, and we laugh like honest men at a Rotary luncheon. We shake hands on our new business, understanding that it doesn't mean shit, not one speck of it, because getting lost and becoming someone else begins with the utterance of your very name. This is the roll call of resurrection morn. I'm Buster. I sell microscopes."
The early years were gilded with promise, but this is now, what happened to us. The outlaws emerge, reflected or mocked by their custom motorcycles.
Posted January 1, 2005
A good winter read. If you would like to understand a social phenomenon of the baby boom...weekend 'bikers' Like any road trip it focused more on the journey than the destination ( which ultimately is never reached ). Searching more for solutions than the cause a group rides off into the sunset. Seeking to regain some reason of the lost sense in their lives. Like so many of the new internal combustion cowboys we see today recreating themselves into tough guys they have never been or never will be. Treating symptoms instead of diagnosing their newfound disease. Malaise. This crew disappears from home, wives and jobs for two weeks of nihilistic romanticising. Only to put it all on their gold cards. Cheap tequilla, a sleazy room or two and a tattoo do not an outlaw biker make. Buster revels in oral sex with an Amazon Lesbian, and pontificates internally on the social imagery of a white man making ancestral reparations by scalping the intruders. Yet between the forays into his alter ego, he sleeps with the very dogs who gave society its fleas. Opining that Sturis has turned to Disneyland with trailer queens and garage jewelery, Winnebagos and rugrats. The very riders who transformed it seek a gathering of the tribes. Only to be disappointed that the real native inhabitants they displaced repeatedly are now no more than mere hawkers at a flea market. Retuning to the safety of their sureal lives discovering they been tracked there by avengers bound to extract their pound of flesh. Once again they gather at the at the well, and over drinks and chrome whistfully dream of next summers visionquest. Makes me want to get a t-shirt saying '30 years ago you wanted to kill us. Now you want to be like us...' I am afraid one day I would put my kickstand down, kill the engine and belly up to a bar only to see one of these guys wearing it.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 21, 2004
The Modern Outlaws is a great book that happens to include motorcycles. The reviewer above may be proud that none of his shirts are white or that he never rides on weekends, but the fact remains that macho idiots with $100 down and permission from the wife to buy a new motorcycle DO NOT qualify as literate. That he thinks the book 'could of' been better is evidence of one more road grunt seeking recognition and of course more, more, more.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 4, 2004
This author can stretch out a one sentence topic into a 50 page slurry of self centered wishful thinking. This could of been a good book but the author is so focused on trying to be clever that this book is very difficult to complete. Every time you think the book is about to get good the author goes off on a word filled slop that only a white shirt weekend rider would like. This author is better suited to write articles for Better Homes and Gardens.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.