Die Kids heutzutage. Kaufen Platten auf Vinyl, zocken Atari 2600, kopieren Tapes (Hometaping if fucking killing Music!) und jetzt heizen sie auch noch auf Mofas durch die Straßen von Brooklyn. Jeez…
Cassette tapes, typewriters, vinyl records, NES consoles. The reclaiming of forgotten technology is every hipster’s siren song.
Mopeds are no different, and the vintage bikes are forming better meatspace communities than most iPhone apps.
Almost every major city in the U.S. boasts at least one moped gang, and the names straddle being badass and ironic: Creatures of the Loin (San Francisco), Puddle Cutters (Portland, Oregon), the Tom Cruisers (Tempe, Arizona), Latebirds (Los Angeles), Landsquids (Sacramento, California), Decepticons (Kalamazoo, Michican), Hells Satans (Richmond, Virginia) and more.
The Oprhans are Brooklyn’s fearsome two-stroke contigent (pictured above), and they’re obsessed with the abandoned pedal-start bikes.
Mopeds reached the height of their popularity in the late 1970s during the oil crisis. Now they litter backyards and clutter garages with their rusted frames and rotted tires. A growing subculture, to which the Orphans belong, is eager to breathe life back into these motorized gems and turn them loose in the streets.