was also well-respected in NYC in the 1960s, until a particularly nasty event took place in 1969. had a good relationship with the other area clubs, including the HAMC. There was a time when Steppenwolf had the rolling chassis of his Panhead, stored in my parents’ Chinese laundry in Queens, while he had his Panhead motor being rebuilt. In fact, my friend Steppenwolf, lived on East 6th Street in the East Village, only three blocks from the Hell’s Angels’ clubhouse on 3rd Street. The club, which had its clubhouse in Brooklyn, was well represented in Manhattan.
The Rat Pack Motorcycle Club, was one of those “second-tier” MCs in the NYC area, in the 1960s. Few there however, will remember him as a member of the Rat Pack M.C. George and his motorcycle shop, have become somewhat of an icon on the West Coast. SPADE GEORGE: I last saw him in Daly City. member, whose name might be more familiar to you, is that of Spade George, who is shown in this photo taken around the last time I saw George in 1970, in front of his house in Daly City in California. This was the very first picture, I’ve ever seen of the club.Īnother former Rat Pack M.C. Iron Horse Magazine readers will remember my mentioning Steppenwolf and his club, in the magazine. Arthur is on the right in the photo, holding the handlebars. This happens to be a photo of my friend Steppenwolf (real name Arthur Sellers), and his Panhead. While researching the ‘Net for photos to post at THE SEEDY X-BAR & GRILL, I came across this photo of the Rat Pack M.C. The tardiness of this New Year’s Message, like a crescent wrench thrown into the space-time continuum as one travels in a time machine, has landed us not into an inspiring screed about looking forward deeper into 2016, but a look backward into the distant past. The cold has been especially resilient, making me think that it might be the flu. This year, however, that New Year’s Message was delayed by a bad cold I’ve had for the past several days, a good enough reason for you treasured readers to forgive my lateness in presenting you with this year’s message. Whatever the underlying reason for my writing these things year after year, there they are, like a broken clock that’s right at least twice a day. It is what it is, and here it is-but a day late in 2016. But ya know what folks, deal with it America. IN 1969: Where are they now?įor years now, I’ve felt compelled to write an annual “New Year’s Message,” probably prompted by a deep-seated narcissism, and an inflated false sense of self-importance. So whatever the view of them, be they dirty rats or swinging cats, the legacy endures over half a century later.RAT PACK M.C. Read another story from us: Rita Hayworth – The Ups and Downs of Hollywood’s Original Love Goddess And tribute acts have captured the magic of these independent spirits around the world.
WHO ARE THE RAT PACK MOVIE
Sinatra’s pack were explored in a 1998 TV movie starring Ray Liotta. The Rake writes that the Pack “achieved much more than their own success, helping to establish the transformative new world of the sixties every bit as much as the rock ’n roll generation that came after them, expressing the thought that there might be more to life than work, family and duty.” Some see a deeper meaning among the fun and games. They shared a brotherly love that lasted through the years, belting out tunes, making movies (such as Sixties classics Ocean’s 11 and Robin and the 7 Hoods) and generally ensuring everyone was having a good time. The Rat Pack with Jack Entratter at the Sands, 1960.įor him “the Clan” was a better description.
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