Birds do it…Squirrels do it…Bagpipers at Spanish Bay do it
My favorite photos are of people unaware of the camera. But what about people who are totally aware and totally unaware? Nature inspires people to do crazy things. But when uninhibited posing intersects with bare-naked-nature, it raises the question…
“Don’t Feed The Animals” pose…South Rim, Grand Canyon September 26th 2013Every evening at 6pm, pipes blow on the first tee at Spanish Bay leaving no dry eyesNo one can love you like you canCalifornia fist pump (on the right) at Waves To Wine MS-150 – September 22nd 2013Brainy-beauty pose…at Viewpoint for the Golden Gate bridgeWaves to Wine MS-150 Finish Line, Sonoma Village – September 22nd 2013People will risk their lives for a little pose…A somewhat safe pose…?The mother-daughter pose…it doesn’t doesn’t get better than this…in Santa Barbara Harbor September 5th 2013The Natural poseCalifornia! The land of poseursAt Rodney Strong Vineyards two posers blended right into the flower gardenThree poser frauleins faking a jump off the South Rim at Grand CanyonThe bar-room scene at The Inn At Spanish Bay…bring your best pose if you want to play with this crowdIs that really “Nosferatu” imprinted on her shirt…?The soft-landing pose at Spanish Bay… reflexes are perfect when you’re youngWhat can we say…?The flair pose…Synchronized posing at the Waves to Wine MS-150 Finish LineThe “Look Ma!” pose…how about those rock-climbing shoes?Poser AgonistesIn Carmel statues do it…The you-go-girl poseEven feet do it in Santa BarbaraThere’s a poser in every crowd – Viewpoint, Golden Gate BridgeThe Imelda poseThis Japanese father wanted his sons to pose by the Harley but they were having none of that…posers nevertheless! Yosemite – September 15th 2013A reluctant pose but a natural born poser, neverthelessThe Whole Lotta Love pose…The feigning disinterest pose (left with back to us) and the Grand Dame pose (right)…Double ex-poser…The photographer fell on his ass while positioning for the shot pose…
For every poser there’s someone who’ll shoot them…The Romanesque poseDogs do itThe “Friends Don’t Let Friends” pose, in The CanyonLean Beans do it…Waves To Wine MS-150 – Sonoma Village September 22nd 2013Send a tingle up his leg while holding her tinkle poseThe woman in purple pose…she could spot a camera from 50 yards in a crowded market… Farmers Market – St Helena September 20th 2013Posing behind his back…Loud posing at the Waves to Wine MS-150…Elephant Seals in Big Sur do itBipartisan poseThe betwixt and between and befuddled posePoser GaloreFive wild and crazy German posers at The Petrified Forest in Calistoga…no backdrop is too mundane for real posersThe devil’s own pose on a cliff in The CanyonSelf-posers on the South RimSanta Barbara Sal…she loves the camera and the camera loves herNudes and Chefs in Carmel do itThe love pose…at Golden Gate ViewpointThe square root pose… in Santa Barbara Harbor September 5th 2013Paddle boarders in Santa Barbara Harbor do it“Why can’t we go on as three?”Girls just want to have fun poseThat backdrop…right therePosin’ even when you’re not in the shotDarwin was right poseThe ponderous pose…Bocce is a ponderous game in St. HelenaYou’re always posing, even when you’re not – St. Helena September 20th 2013The Family Guy poseSweetheart poseCinco de pose at Waves to Wine MS-150 Finish Line in Sonoma VillageShadows do itAnd even Harley-Davidson motorcycles do it
The Cuban Missile Crisis in 1962 was the first big news story I can remember. For 13 days, it felt like the country was in real trouble. And for my generation, “the country’s in trouble” became a narrative that persisted. Today, “The Country’s In Trouble” is a portrait hanging in the American mind. But what if the painting is a fake?
A Mona Lisa Smile
The mind plays tricks. Tell it something long enough and it’ll program a new reality based on what it hears. The antidote? Tune-out. Take a road trip. And watch a different America take shape on the canvas.
For 31 days I rode through Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and then up and down California – twice. There and back again. Everyone was friendly, curious about my journey, and happy to help whether tending the Harley or my aching back. Not long after hitting the road, somewhere in West Texas I found myself in the Country of No Trouble for the rest of the trip. It turns out there really are two Americas: the fake portrait hanging in our minds, and the authentic one in front of our eyes.
Dawn, outside Fort Stockton, but I was heading West to El Paso, then Phoenix, a 14 hr ride
October 2013
NOTES: The happiest people you meet on the road are the ones helping you
Just buying gasoline or french fries is a social occasion when you travel alone
Stepping out of the narrative is the Tao of road trips
History is written on signs pointing back to a place you can never find – the reason why. Riding from Fresno to Monterey, still zoned-out from Yosemite I caught a glimpse of a wood sign so faded I almost missed it. The arrow was pointing backwards.
<— Hollister 3 miles
Adventure waits for no one so I turned the Harley around and went looking for Hollister. Did I find it? You decide.
A Gypsy Tour and the Myth of the Outlaw Biker
Hollister is a small farm and ranch town in the Central Coast of California. Because of a bizarre Fourth of July celebration in 1947, Hollister is also hallowed ground for motorcyclists all over the world. Thousands came from all over to what was billed as a “Gypsy Tour” by the American Motorcycle Association. The night began with drunken burnouts and wheelies by The Boozefighters Motorcycle Club of South Central LA, led by founder, Wino Willie. The night ended at dawn in a vaporizing mist with a Life Magazine photo that shocked the nation. Memories of that night inspire re-enactments annually to this day. An award-winning short story appeared in Harper’s in 1951. Two years later, The Wild Onewas released in theaters and became an instant cult classic. You can never predict the outcome of a drunken brawl.
Outlaw bikers like Sonny Barger (Oakland Hell’s Angels), Don Chambers from San Leon, Texas (The Bandidos) and Wino Willie’s Boozefighters all had one thing in common – they were ex-soldiers. War can bind men together for life. Soldiers who had trouble returning to civilian life found a home in biker clubs where brotherhood and strict rules of engagement approximated the intensity of war that civilian life could not offer.
A Drunk and His Photographer
That night in Hollister would’ve been forgotten by history if not for the infamous photo in Life Magazine depicting a wild-eyed drunk on a motorcycle surrounded by empties on San Benito Street. Follow the backward signs and it turns out the photo was staged by a photographer who pulled a drunk from a bar, posed him on a motorcycle, surrounded it with empties, and snapped the picture that made Hollister famous. The photo sparked a national panic and created an image in the minds of Americans about motorcycles and the people who ride them. The event became known as “The Hollister Riot.” Every young man in the country was drawn to the story. After Hollister, the motorcycle business experienced explosive growth for decades. How many industries can say they owe a debt of gratitude to a drunk and his photographer?
Life Magazine photo with the caption, “He and his friends terrorize town”
But was the photo staged? Eyewitnesses said yes. City leaders and frightened business owners used those eyewitness accounts to counter the national headline,
‘Outlaw Bikers Take Over Town!’
Strangely, nobody wanted to believe the eyewitnesses. Is myth the stronger tale? 70 years later, the hotels, bars, and restaurants in Hollister owe more to the power of myth than they realize.
It’s Hard to Kill a Good Story
But was it really myth? If you follow another backward sign floating around out there you come upon an old interview with Wino Willie where he bragged of plying Hollister’s wheel-chair-bound town drunk with wine then tying the chair with him in it to the bumper of a car and slinging him around town. When he fell out of his wheelchair Willie threw him on the hood of the car and drove ’til he noticed the man had stopped breathing. Fearing he might be dead, Wino Willie dumped the guy on a backstreet, covered him with newspapers, tossed the wheel chair, and left. The next morning Wino Willie woke to discover his cell mate was the very much alive town drunk he’d given up for dead a few hours earlier.
“It’s hard to kill a drunk,” said Willie which generated uproarious laughter at Johnny’s Bar later that day and for all time, I suspect.
The irony of a man named Wino waking up in a drunk tank next to a real wino was exceeded eventually by Hollister’s elevation to mythic hero, a man, who for his own drunken amusement, nearly killed one if its own citizens. Wino Willie wasn’t even charged with drunken disorderliness much less reckless endangerment — a crime to which he confessed freely right from the start and tirelessly thereafter. The Town Drunk from this tale? No one remembers his name.
When “The Hollister Riot” became good for business on San Benito Street, city fathers began reworking history to downplay the immense property damage caused by drunk bikers during annual reenactments. Bikers worked history upfront to get their mayhem mythologized. History is always being worked. It’s the tale that never ends.
The Tao of History
The Boozefighters weren’t outlaw bikers then or now. Wino Willie was a gunner in the open belly of a war plane in WWII before he was a Boozefighter. At times, Willie could become a little unhinged. But… more is owed to history’s unhinged than could ever be repaid. Wino Willie died a legend in 1997 at the age of 76, in the quiet wine country town of Santa Rosa. Some say he resides in an urn at the back of Johnny’s Bar on San Benito Street in Hollister. Every time you dig into the history of that night – Wino Willie, the photo in Life, The Wild One, outlaw bikers, and legends, you find something that alters the story. History never sleeps.
Today Hollister seems determined to keep the annual 4th of July re-enactment alive. It draws tens of thousands of bikers from all over the world. People talk about Hollister in England, Italy, even New Zealand. I’ve seen Mayan teens wearing commemorative Hollister T-shirts in remote Pueblos of the Yucatán. Hotels, restaurants, and bars have a financial interest in keeping the mayhem alive but local government can no longer afford the cost of security and the town goes nearly bankrupt every year. Yet the event still goes on.
Hollister is a quiet town with tree-lined streets where people are mostly concerned with crop yields and cattle. Late model SUVs and shiny muscle cars cruise the streets and except for my Harley, there’s not a motorcycle in sight. But for one night every year the people of Hollister take a walk with The Wild One, and no one knows the reason why.
Hollister, California – September 16th 2013
Author notes:
The Boozefighters Motorcycle Club was founded by Wino Willie in East LA after WWII and is still in existence … it promotes worthy causes and is as much a charitable organization as a motorcycle club
Stanley Kramer’s movie, “The Wild One” scrambles people and facts about the Hollister Riot but captures the ambiguous character of the American Biker through Marlon Brando’s skillful method-acting
Frank Rooney’s short story, “Cyclists’ Raid” was based on the Hollister Riot and published in the January 1951 issue of Harper’s
What became the “Hollister Riot” that night in 1947, started out as an American Motorcycle Association (AMA) sanctioned “Gypsy Tour” rally for July 3rd – 6th
Hollister hosted annual Gypsy Tour rallies throughout the 1930s which were interrupted by WWII
The “Hollister Riot” in 1947 was a revival of the pre-War Gypsy Tour rallies from the 1930s
The AMA released a statement at the time disavowing the Hollister Riot, attributing it to “the one per cent deviant” tarnishing the image of motorcycling …”one percenters” was used derisively thereafter by the AMA to refer to outlaw bikers … the AMA today disavows their original statement, saying they can find no record of it … there is no better indication of how important the “outlaw biker” image has become than the marketing campaigns of motorcycle industry today
The young man standing in the background of the infamous Life photo was one of the eyewitnesses to the staging by the San Francisco Chronicle photographer and he recounted the whole thing in great detail in later interviews that no one ever read or believed
Wino Willie died in 1997 while preparing to ride to Hollister to lead the 4th of July re-enactment parade for the 50th anniversary of “The Hollister Riot”
Willie got the name “Wino Willie” as a 7 year old breaking into wineries to drink wine…even as a child Willie was a little unhinged
Hollister really does have tree-lined streets without a motorcycle in sight