Thursday, February 19, 2009

More Sutherland Brothers Photos

Once again some photos from my buddy Gary Sutherland. I'll let him do the talking.

Here we go...
We took these color shots in the Haight district in SF in the late 60s, can't recall exactly.

This chick seems to have had the first cell phone.

Lar just returned from Nam so it was probably early 69. Back then bikes were crude... even as late as 69. This was before Altamont. Notice the poorly rendered death head on the first color photo.

Gypsy Jokers and HA

Wild trike was motivated by a big block Olds.

The last color shot was taken at the Atlanta Pop Festival, July of 69... always wondered if this guy got lost... seems out of place for the redneck environs of Georgia. This was before the release of Easy Rider and we know how that film ended.

What's she smoking? Bare feet and hot pipes, a bad mix.

Btw, I found a notation on one of the knuck photos saying the total cash outlay was $1,997 total.


Anonymous said...

She's smoking mother nature! And then her feet were smokin muthas!!

Mark said...

Atlanta is hardly redneck territory. Even back then it was rapidly being packed with yankees and other out-of-state things.

Personally, I'd like to see more pics of the Gypsy Jokers, vintage or modern. I had a collection of them on my pc but got a virus and lost everything.You seldom see much about them anywhere.

S.O. said...

That is my fathers trike Mikkal Oare, Kind Mike or Oregon Mike.

Mike said...

Saw a documentary on Atlanta Pop fest and they had a local MC Club who patrolled the streets of Atlanta and kept the hippies from looting during the weekend show.

Towguy Oregon said...

Hey S.O. I knew your dad. I met him in Coburg at his place in 1992. I actually saw that trike buried in stuff in the garage. I stayed on his property for almost a year. I never saw any body around much. He said his kids hated him but he would always love them. That man had the most amazing life as a founding member of the joker's. From Simons face carved into a tree to joker dolls all over his house. But I always wondered what ever happened to that rusty old panhead he used to ride. I hope you got some of the history out of that place before the bulldozers came. He was a wealth of knowledge and his name is still spoken and memory will never be forgotten.