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'... there is women motorcycle riders, but no such thing as woman bikers' - A male biker
Shot in black and white, and with almost no indicators of the 80s, this film allows you to slowly slip into a time warp. The bikers are firmly fixed by their clothes, music and bikes in the sixties.
The film combines observations of family life with a series of ritual challenges performed by the 'women motorcycle riders' as the 'bikers', either stand in the background or on the sidelines ready to give judgement. Although there is this constant tension running through the film, (as you feel the men holding themselves back from taking over the mechanical tasks), the possible interference/judgement from the males is tempered by a sense of support and commitment.
A gentle and touching film about bikers not bikies, from another era, although not totally untouched by the 80s. Whilst at times it has more than a passing fascination with the machinery it also has great moments of revelation. A must for retired and practicing bikers, bikies, or people just interested in how those with a Trumpie or a Beesa live.