Sykerocker? My nickname is Syke, I've been known by that for at least the last 15 years (started with my re-enactment business), and in the Richmond motorcycle and bicycle communities nobody knows my legal/Christian name. At the Honda dealership where I work, my legal name (George Paczolt, incidentally) only appears on paychecks and W-2's. The only people who still call me George are those who friendship goes well before the mid-80's.
Rocker? Rocker's and mods. Swinging London, 1964. I've been a complete geek on the rocker movement since my high school days (64-68) when I followed the Bank Holiday battles in Brighton, etc. in Time and Newsweek magazine. In 1979 I finally got to Brighton for the World Science Fiction convention, and spent a week's evenings picking up the pub bills for a bunch of old Rockers who got to retell the stories that their families got sick of hearing long ago. I know both sides figured they'd found one hell of a sucker in the other that week. There's a '69 Triumph Bonneville in the garage, well-studded leather and Davida helmet in the closet. It comes out rather often.
My avatar (current, and it'll be here for awhile) is what I look like as of last summer (haven't changed any) when I'm not on a bicycle. Not flying colors in clubs anymore after a bit of bother two years ago this fall, but I still ride with and am rather loyal to the Outlaws M/C.
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Syke
“No one in this world, so far as I know — and I have searched the records for years, and employed agents to help me — has ever lost money by underestimating the intelligence of the great masses of the plain people. Nor has anyone ever lost public office thereby.”
H.L. Mencken, (1926)