Daughters of Anarchy ???

Are you watching the Sons?

I have seen five seasons of Sons of Anarchy so far, but I still have rather ambivalent feelings towards the whole idea of portraying club life for a wider audience.

Who is watching it and why? Can’t be all bikers and guys wearing colours. I for a start am a woman and do not wear colours.

But it remains a rather odd choice of soap opera for ordinary people.

And why on earth do I like it?? Finding the true reason for my choice is surprisingly difficult.

Sons of Anarchy For a start, it is not really about bikes at all. Do you ever see a model in detail or close up for a longer shot? No studies in customizing, So it can’t be the bikes then. Because I have strained a few neck muscles trying to catch a glimpse of a handle bar or a fork, a riser or a foot rest.

The actors? Do their faces draw me in? No.

I still think of the ugly monk in The name of the rose when I look at “Clay”. I still see Peggy Bundy from Married …. with children in “Gemma”.

And it does not look like the real thing to me either. In my world, bikers do not wear white trainers. They have dirty hands from working on the bike. And they do not drive around in cars around all day and they certainly do not kill a man a week for drugs, women or revenge. Sons of Anarchy Kurt Sutter’s done a touch too much.

How can an outlaw drama series appeal to so many? I guess it is the touch of danger, action, the temptation of evil. Insight into a life very different from the nine to five with a semi and 1,4 children. It is more like watching a crime movie or a thriller. And it is very retro.

Why it appeals to a wider public is, because it is all about “family” in the end.

Sons of Anarchy – sometimes a true copy of club life, sometimes not.

I jut wish the women were a bit more anarchistic.

Gemma, the queen of the horde, the magna mater, the alpha female who gets raped and beaten by her husband, who kills to protect herself and her family, who rules from the background. She is in no way an emancipated women, not in the way she dresses, she behaves, she acts. She has no voice in the club but still people listen. An integral part without being allowed to be one. A part apart.

No colours for women.

Gemma

 

Women in the middle ages used their powers like that. Ancient queens like England’s Elisabeth I or Scotland’s Mary Stuart. More than 500 years ago.

Have we not come any further than that in the meantime???

We certainly need more Daughters of Anarchy!

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on the radio

What do you need to do, to get your 10 seconds of fame? To be on the radio, to be recognized, noticed?

Being a biker it seems a fairly easy thing to achieve.

 

All you have to do is die.

 

What a brutal and ignorant media world this is out there!

It was the Easter week-end and I was on my way back home from work. I did what I very rarely do when I am in a car, I listened to the radio, looking for the traffic news because the motorway was very busy. International news, national news, regional news, sports, weather and then, just before the traffic, they had two more news items coming up that left me speechless.

“A 50-year-old biker was killed this afternoon in …, two hours later another one died near …. because he lost control over his bike in a long bend.”

on the radio

They never, never ever put dead car drivers on the news. Then why on earth a dead biker? Two even.

I fear it is partly this patronising attitude a lot of non-bikers have: we told you not to go so fast, we told you it is dangerous, we told you you could die…!

Ah, thanks very much. We didn’t know that. No, we never had a clue. We never lost a friend, a lover, a brother, a husband on the road, did we?

We know about the danger and we ride nevertheless. Some maybe do because of that.

People, who are no bikers never really understand.

The media have no right to be so patronising. No right to use the death of a biker as a juicy piece of tragedy at the end of the news.

I refuse to be instrumentalized by editors grabbing for higher ratings.

What biker would want these 10 seconds of fame?

 

 

 

addiction, passion, obsession

I am nuts. I know that. Crazy because I have this passion for riding bikes.

It has become rather addictive now. I enjoy the Harley thoroughly.

But…..

I want more. So I went and got another bike. I had seen it late at night on the internet and drove to the dealer who was selling it the next day.

A couple of local men were standing at the counter as I walked in. I saw the Intruder in the show room straight away. What a dangerous looking beauty. I walked around, taking in every detail. So were the guys at the counter.

A woman, all by herself……???? They exchanged glances. What is she doing here…???

I ignored them while I adored the 1400 cc engine. It was in good nick.

When I asked if I could take her for a test drive the local jaws dropped simultaneously.

I took my helmet and jacket out of the car. In the meantime  the shop owner had maneuvered the bike outside in front of the entrance.

Suzuki Intruder VS 1400

Sitting down I realized just how big that bike was. And what a sound it had. It felt a very male thing to me. I can’t say why. Much more than my Sportster did.

I took off and felt a bit wobbly at first. The sound was fantastic. I soon came to the first roundabout. Some challenge that was!

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That was the moment when I was sure.

I would take it. And why?

Because it was not an easy bike to ride and not at all a girlie one.  That one would probably cause me a lot of trouble and nerves.  I would fear every tight corner I had to master. And I would relish the challenge. I had to have it. A beautiful and loud piece of ultimate emancipation.

I parked her in front of the entrance and walked in, putting the key on the counter. The locals were still standing there, openly staring now and not even pretending, that they had anything to do in there anymore.

“”I take it.” I said and smiled. “I need another one.”