I received these sweet, old biker pulp novels today. I bought them off of Guy at Greasy Kulture magazine. Here's a quote from the beginning of "The Outlaws":"Right out of sight, evil menacing mechanical mutter, growing -
It's four a.m. Sunday morning, the somnolent and unprotected underbelly of the week. The dawn is rousing itself, the colour of lead, above the skypricking cranes, above the factory stacks which sprout out of the lifting darkness of the downstream Thames -"
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