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The Horse Backstreet
Choppers presents
Smoke Out VIII
On the borderline
of law and disorder, bikers from around the world celebrate social decay
and two days of absolute chaos. Welcome to The Horse Smoke Out.
In the heat of
the night, you can hear the thunder in the distance, like a huge storm
brewing as you feel the pavement under your feet start to shake. Bikers
are making their way to Salisbury, N.C., riding hard through the night,
the rain and miles of fatigue, just to stay up for three straight days
and party even harder. This is The Smoke Out, where hot women
wear little more than a warm smile and choppers rule. This is a surreal
world, a jungle, where the meek need not venture. Ride what you will,
but ride it.
Once inside the
gates, the inmates take charge of the asylum. Bikes jockey for position
as the unabated exhaust echoes off the hundreds of vendors, jamming
through the narrow path, making their way through the crowds, greeted
like highway stars. Beer is flowing and the girls are getting hotter
with each passing minute. The music plays in the distance as the best
bikes in the universe start to populate the grounds. Guys start tossing
everything from anvils to pitchers of beer. The burn out pit comes
alive, tires start to smoke, clutch plates start to burn and the band
plays on. Some hot child from the city struts her confidence down
mammary lane while guys do their best to impress. Stampede riders stake
out territory after 2400 miles of balls-to-the-wall riding. It’s only
Friday, it’s only just begun. Still to come are: the bike show, girl
contest, side show freaks, bikini bike wash, feature shoots, contests,
the World Famous Biker Build Off… and the band plays on.
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