Yeh - Greebo here too.
Also 'Smelly' or 'Smells' coz of the smell of the oil used on their leathers and not because they were scruffs or anything.
Well, that's what I was told when I hung around with a girl biker.
She used to go to the bikers club above the boozer opposite the old Walton hozy - I've just looked it up and it's called The Plough but I can't remember that from the time but it must have been.
Anyhoo, she used to take me to metal clubs in town and I remember one club either didn't have urinals and we all had to piss through a smashed hole in the wall
or I was so wellied that
I actually pissed through a smashed hole in the wall?
After that I went to get into a cab when the driver got out and pulled me out by the arm - it was a police car.
They were alright though and just sat me by a wall to sober up.
And I remember one time getting a lift on the back of a trike with this BIG girl riding it and she just tucked me in said "hold tight" as we proceeded to drive/ride at 100mph all the way into town not stopping for red lights or anything really.
Once there -
and I had picked all the flies from my teeth - she carried me into the club over her shoulder and bought me drinks all night - and she wasn't even my girl!
I also remember all these fit girls just swaying from side to side stoned out of their long-haired heads while metal was played at jet-engine decibel loudness.
Anyhoo, crazy times and me and that girl didn't last long because that lifestyle would've killed me!
I've still got photos of her in her tight-fitting leather gear
I still love metal though, and
still have my old
NWOBHM CD collection but nowadays happy with my acoustic guitar and bird watching -
where did it all go wrong man!