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satz or otherwise), sucking any
fun out of the atmosphere. A sort
of Williamsburg or Hoxton in the
high desert.
As the sun begins to set and
the music around the camp be-
gins cranking up, Sam, a Tri-
umph rider, tells me, "Look, we
don't hate them. I love some of
them. It's just that culture, that
mentality that thinks you can
just walk into a shop and buy a
lifestyle off the shelf. I mean, it's
pretty stupid, right? You have to
earn it, don't you? You see us
out here; we sweat over these
bikes, we're the wrench turners,
the guys who fiddle til four in the
morning and them…" He jerks a
thumb in the direction of the by
the shop that look like a retard
with a glue gun has been let loose
on them. It's a crime frankly."
At times it could seem like
everyone gathered here at Pio-
neertown are insufferable snobs,
dedicated to looking down their
noses on what they consider
'lesser' bikers while they pose,
achingly cool on antiques (er-
