THE FIRST FLORENCE PRISON RUN
Photo courtesy of JB
Top left to right: Rooster, Fat
Al, JB, Woody, Ride Off, Myron, far right Stick with son
Middle: Chef, Bush, Buffalo, Perfect, Drifty, Fast Bob, Greasy
Middle - 2nd row starting in front of Myron: Rusty, Fly,
Flash, Smitty (fucking rat piece of shit)
Bottom: RB, Forehead, Smiley, Dick, Snooz, Little Jimmy, Wrong
Way, Freddie, Joanie, Grumpy
Bikes: Drifty, Rooster, JB, Little Jimmy, Stick
I took this next photo outside
the RIO ROJO BAR on the second (1978) Florence Prison Run.
The prison is visible in the background.
There were fewer than 50 people on that run (almost all Dirty
Directly below it is a photo showing what that run has grown into in
far as you can see.
I see it every day out on
the road. There's a lot more people up on two wheels
Young riders giving me
that low wave like they're my brothers. Some times, if I'm in a good mood, I'll
nod or wave back.
I guess I've gotta get
over it. I still remember back to the 1950s
when I started riding. It was all Indians and Harleys
I guess I probably irritated a few people doing donuts
in their yards and other hooligan stuff. I think
my ass grew roots into that seat. I'm, admittedly,
still a hooligan.
But when I look at
this photo and recent videos of the Florence Prison run
I see people with different patches on their backs,
people on baggers, and people on zippy street bikes. I
see every kind of person who's discovered the joy of
getting the wind in their face. And we, 1%rs, started it.
Maybe they are brothers and sisters.