#harley davidson police motorcycle

[phrworld]

019 Music City Rodeo - Tennessee Highway Patrol by rivarix Via Flickr: On the way to the next cone pattern. (2)

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Trafic assuré par un MP de l'armée américaine (Harley-Davidson et M10 Wolverine) – Bataille de Normandie – Percy – Manche – Normandie – France – Juillet 1945

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Scenes from home, past and present.

[neocurio]

oLD HARLEY

[insanethrottlebikernews]

OUTLAWS MC TELLS POLICE TO POUND SAND

#OUTLAWSMC #OUTLAWSCANADA #MOTORCYCLECLUB MELBOURNE – A man wearing an Outlaws motorcycle club vest blared the 1980s rap song F–k Tha Police from his motorcycle while Ontario Provincial Police officers descended on a home in this community southwest of London Tuesday. 00:00 Oh yeah 00:43 Charity Women in the Wind 01:45 Harley Davidson makes big announcement 03:44 Motorcycle Events 05:31…

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Hi Nausicaa 👋

I was wondering if you do AUs? If yes, can I pitch for one but if you don’t no worries))

You know how James likes this traditional biker motorcycles like Harley Davidson? Would you consider writing an AU where he’s a chief (president/head? I’m not sure of terminology) of Road Saints or Hell’s Angles (they are motorcycles clubs, but according to some crime shows I’ve watched, it’s more like a gang thing)? And he saves reader from a guy who was hitting on her at the bar by pretending to be her boyfriend? The relationship hits off, it’s very sweet and all the motorcycles drives, she doesn’t really know that he’s not as clean as he seems to be. Until James dropped her off for work one time and her colleague who’s family member is in police tells her all about him? So the reader is scared a bit and she’s afraid James is gonna hurt her, but they talk it out? Maybe some smut in the end?

I have to say it, I really enjoyed writing this one shot. I hope you like it❤

Warnings: mature content, gang/criminal themes, emotional conflict

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-Criminal Love-

I didn’t see him at first. My focus was on the guy who wouldn’t leave me alone at the bar. I had tried to brush him off politely, but he wasn’t taking the hint. His hand was too close, his voice slurred as he leaned in.

“Come on, just one drink,” he insisted, the smell of alcohol thick on his breath.

“No,” I repeated more firmly this time, but my stomach twisted in knots.

Suddenly, an arm draped over my shoulders, pulling me back against a broad chest. The guy’s face fell instantly, his eyes flicking up to the man behind me.

“She’s with me,” the deep voice growled, making it clear this wasn’t up for debate.

I exhaled a shaky breath as the tension in my body eased. The man’s arm slid off my shoulders, but he stayed close, his gaze locking with mine for a brief moment.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice still low but now softer.

“Yeah,” I breathed, grateful but still caught off guard. “Thank you.”

He smiled—a small but genuine smile that made my heart skip a beat. “I’m James.”

From that night on, James became a regular part of my life. We spent hours riding on the back of his motorcycle, my arms wrapped around him as the wind whipped past us. It was thrilling, the way he made me feel safe yet alive. There was something about him—the way he looked at me, the way his presence alone seemed to shield me from the world—that had me hooked.

I didn’t know much about his life outside of our time together—he never talked much about his job or his friends, and I didn’t push him for details. All I knew was that with him, I felt protected. At least, I did.

Until today.

When I arrived at work after James dropped me off, Cassie, my colleague, gave me a strange look.

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with that guy, haven’t you?” she asked, her voice cautious.

“Yeah... why?” I replied, confused by her tone.

“My brother’s a cop,” she started, glancing around as if someone might overhear. “He told me about him. That guy—James? He’s not just some biker. He’s involved with a motorcycle club, the Road Saints.”

The name didn’t mean anything to me at first. “And?”

“They’re not just a club, you know. They’re involved in all kinds of illegal stuff. And James... he’s their president.”

I felt my stomach lurch. “Wait… what?”

Her eyes were filled with concern. “I’m just saying, you should be careful. Those guys… they’re dangerous.”

The words echoed in my head the rest of the day. James was the president of the Road Saints? My mind raced with the possibilities—if what Cassie said was true, then James wasn’t just a biker. He was part of something dark, something dangerous.

And I had no idea.

By the time James came to pick me up after work, a knot had formed in my stomach. I climbed onto his bike, but this time, my usual excitement was tinged with unease. I held onto him as the motorcycle sped through the city, my body feeling tense against him.

When we got back to my place, I couldn’t shake the feeling swirling inside me. The tension between us was thick, and I pulled away as soon as we stepped inside, needing space.

“You’ve been quiet,” he said, his voice calm but probing. “What’s going on?”

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding as I faced him. “Cassie… my colleague…” I started, hesitating. “She told me something today.”

James watched me closely, his expression shifting with a flicker of sadness and concern, as if he could sense where this conversation was headed. “What did she say?”

“She said you’re the president of the Road Saints. That… that it’s not just a motorcycle club. That you’re involved in illegal stuff.” My voice wavered, my hands shaking slightly. “She said… that you could be dangerous.”

James’s face fell, a troubled look crossing his features as he stepped back, clearly affected by my words. “I didn’t want to scare you,” he finally said, his voice low and heavy. “I thought you wouldn’t want to know about that side of my life.”

As I watched him, uncertainty swirled within me. When he took a step closer, I flinched instinctively, a reflexive reaction to my racing thoughts. His eyes widened, and I could see the hurt flash across his face.

“I—” he started, but I could see the pain of misunderstanding etched into his expression. “I won’t hurt you. Please believe me.”

His hands hesitated in the air, fingers trembling as they hovered close to my arms. “I would never hurt you,” he said earnestly. “You have to know that.”

The way he looked at me, his eyes filled with sincerity, made my heart ache. But the uncertainty was still there, lingering in the back of my mind.

“Why would you be involved with a group like that?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“Because I had no choice. They’re family to me, but you—” he paused, his voice cracking. “You’re different. You mean everything to me.”

I swallowed hard, torn between wanting to believe him and the weight of uncertainty. “How can I trust you?”

“Because I’m telling you the truth,” he urged, stepping back slightly to give me space. “I would never allow anyone to hurt you—not even myself.”

His words hung in the air, and I could feel the tension slowly dissipating. The warmth of his presence was comforting, even as doubt lingered in the back of my mind.

As I took a step closer, a fragile sense of trust began to bloom. I could see the worry etched on his face, the desperation in his eyes to prove that he was more than just a dangerous man.

“James,” I gasped, feeling the weight of everything we had discussed. “I want to trust you…”

“Then let me show you,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

His kisses grew more fervent, his hands moving to my waist, pulling me closer as if he was trying to wrap me in his strength. I could feel the power he held, and it thrilled me in a way I had never experienced before.

As he lifted me off my feet, pressing me against the wall, the world outside faded away. The heat radiated between us, and I felt the connection between us deepen with every kiss.

“Please,” he whispered against my lips, his breath warm and filled with longing. “Let me take care of you.”

I felt a flutter in my chest as I surrendered to the heat of the moment. The way he kissed me ignited a fire inside, and I melted against him, consumed by the passion that flared between us.

“James,” I breathed, letting the warmth of his embrace wash over me.

“I won’t let anything hurt you,” he promised, his hands tracing along my sides, creating a trail of electricity.

He pulled me towards the bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. The bed felt inviting, a sanctuary where we could escape the reality of the world outside. As he laid me down gently, his eyes searched mine, gauging my reaction.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice soft yet heavy with desire.

I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with nervousness. He leaned in, capturing my lips again, and I lost myself in the kiss. It was deeper, more passionate this time, and I could feel the urgency in his movements as he pressed against me.

His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve, and I gasped at the sensations coursing through me. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I melted under his touch.

As he trailed kisses down my neck, I arched into him, my body responding eagerly. “James…” I whispered, my voice a mix of breathless excitement and longing.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on my lips before capturing them again. The kiss deepened, a beautiful mix of hunger and tenderness.

I could feel him pressing against me, the weight of his body a comforting presence. Every touch ignited sparks of pleasure, and I felt myself surrendering completely. His hands slid under my shirt, and I gasped as his fingers brushed against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

“Tell me what you want,” he breathed, his voice low and filled with a need that mirrored my own.

“I want you, James,” I replied, my voice trembling with anticipation.

With a swift movement, he removed my shirt, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of me. I felt vulnerable yet empowered under his gaze. His hands traced over my body, igniting fire wherever they touched.

As our bodies moved together, time seemed to blur. Every kiss, every caress, felt like a promise—a promise of safety, of trust, of connection. We were lost in each other, our breaths mingling as the world outside faded away completely.

James’s hands explored every inch of me, his fingers teasing and caressing, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling the heat radiating between us.

He positioned himself above me, his breath hot against my ear. “Are you ready for this?” he asked, his voice low and husky, filled with a mix of desire and reverence.

I nodded, my heart racing as I gazed into his eyes. “I trust you, James.”

He captured my lips in a passionate kiss that ignited every nerve in my body. As he began to move against me, the rhythm was intoxicating, drawing us deeper into each other. Every touch felt electric, our bodies communicating in a language of desire. I could feel him responding to me, his breath hitching as I urged him closer.

When he reached out to touch me, I felt a shiver of anticipation rather than fear. His fingers traced my skin with a gentleness that made me melt. “I won’t hurt you,” he assured me, his expression a mix of sadness and determination.

“I know,” I whispered, feeling reassured as I let my body relax under his touch.

His hands roamed my body with urgency, exploring every curve. I gasped as he teased sensitive spots, sending waves of pleasure through me. The world outside faded away, leaving only us, lost in each other.

“James,” I breathed, “I want you.”

“I want you too, more than you know,” he whispered, guiding us further into the depths of passion. As we moved together, our bodies entwined, I felt alive, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations.

“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, feeling the heat of desire building within me.

“Never,” he promised, his lips finding mine again as we lost ourselves in the moment.

With every thrust, I could feel the fire within me growing. The connection between us was electric, and I felt myself teetering on the edge of bliss.

“Let go, baby,” he urged, and I surrendered, waves of ecstasy washing over me as I cried out his name.

As we lay entwined, breathless and spent, he gently caressed my face, grounding me. “Thank you for trusting me,” he said, his voice soft but filled with sincerity.

“I’m sorry for doubting you,” I replied, gazing into his eyes. “I really do trust you now. You’ve shown me nothing but kindness.”

His expression softened, and he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I understand. Just know that I would never hurt you.”

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on my forehead, grounding me in his warmth. “You mean everything to me. Whatever it takes, I’ll be right here with you.”

As he embraced me, pulling me close to his chest, I felt a wave of security wash over me. The world outside faded, and all that mattered was this moment with him. No matter who he was, I knew I could trust him completely.

[edgessunflower]

May I please request headcanons for Hotch, Reid, and Morgan falling for a rough female mechanic who did time in prison for a crime she didn't commit?

Omg omg yaaaaas 😊 hope you like them!

Falling for Fem!Mechanic reader who went to prison for a false crime 🖤

Warning:Minor cussing,mentions of death,murder,and rape,plus emotions

Spencer

He was entranced the first time he saw you fixing one of your motorcycles wearing a tank top,jean shorts,toe heeled boots,black bandana wrapped around your head,rag in hand wiping oil off,and tattoos on your body 9 he counted

He talked to you for abit after he realized he was lost you giving him a ride to where he needed to go in your 2005 Honda Civic him thanking you quite a bit and you inviting him to lunch the next day

You met up at a soup kitchen and had lunch going back to your place where you showed him around your home and farm you helped your grandparents with rambling facts every so often making you smile

After keeping in contact with each other for months and meeting in person whenever you both could you moved to Quantico and started dating Spencer

After a couple months of being together he had found out while researching about your parents that you had spent 9 years in jail from the time you were 16 til you were 25 for Assault,Attempted Murder,And Child Endangerment immediately asking you about all of it when you got out of the shower from fixing both your cars and all three of your motorcycles

You told him everything trying to keep all your emotions and thoughts together but halfway through you broke down telling him the truth that you were visiting your sister and niece but while there your violent father broke in killing your sister,taking your niece,and torturing you eventually framing you for all that happened and keeping your niece for months

He had managed to get copies of all the files and paperwork bringing it to the team begging and emotionally asking them to look into what happened to you finding out that the police had done a very bad job investigating the case not taking into the fact the very clear evidence that you had been tortured and couldn't have done anything that you were charged for

The whole team went to the town and station very angered and clearly not backing down til they admit that they botched the investigation exposing alot of corrupt cops making statements about the truth leading to your father getting arrested and sentenced to life without parole and you finally got reunited with your niece who at the time was a year old was now 17 years old looking just like your sister

You hugged him tightly when you found out all he had done for the truth to come out and you to finally live the life you had always wanted

You both loved each other alot moving in with him after being together a year and on your two year anniversary he secretly went and got a tattoo of a book propped up on the chair of a Harley Davidson motorcycle with the quote on the page"You are my today and all of my tomorrows" by Leo Christopher

Derek

He was pretty intrigued not only how well versed and skilled with fixing up and making things you were but also how you always were working on something whether it was fixing your car's engine or the handles on your motorcycle he was starstruck by you

He had a tattoo on his arm but he had never seen that many tattoos that not only fit on someone's body the way all 6 of yours did but how each one fit something different about you

He had met you through a childhood friend of his when he came to the friend's house seeing the lower half of your body working on his car thinking you were just a smaller thin man but boy did it change when he came out to play basketball waiting on his friend when you roll out from under the car covered in oil

You couldn't deny how good looking and attractive he was as he stares at you wiping oil off your hands and little drops that had fallen on your face smiling sweetly at him as you turn the car on smiling bigger when the car worked unlike earlier

He was impressed with how you were able to look and immediately be able to tell what to do but you were still open to doing other things to fix it as well whether it was a car or motorcycle

After getting to know you for awhile you both realized you had feelings for each other taking things slow and him moving in with you 7 months later not only because your place was closer to the BAU but also because you had a open field behind your house making it feel like he was in a story with how much it made him think of fantasy stories

One time when you were asleep he noticed a scar going from your lower chest to just above your belly button making his heart hurt telling him what had happened making his heart and soul shatter at how vulnerable you were "I had gotten hurt when I was...in prison by inmates in my pod and I had to be taken to the hospital because I was bleeding internally and would have died in a couple of minutes had it not been for an inmate fighting them off me and taking me to a guard to be taken to a hospital" he was taken off guard when you mentioned prison but he waited not asking

He found out that you were in prison for 4 years after being charged with drug trafficking when you were actually drugged and kidnapped by drug traffickers originally planning on killing you but then decide to frame you for everything they did leaving you in hell until you finally got out of prison

He went straight to Hotch the next morning after you told him telling him everything and asking if anything could be done at all to have the case officially complete and in the honest way

Hotch immediately agreed bringing in the team and telling them that no other cases would be completed or looked at until yours was done looking every nook and cranny of evidence going down to your hometown and questioning the authorities who handle it and witnesses who found you in an alley

The truth was found out and immediately both people were found and arrested on the charges you were charged for and more being sentenced to life with no parole and the police department issuing a public apology to you for what they had done to you

You woke up turning on the TV immediately seeing the news showing your case and not only finding out the team knew and had found the people who ruined your life but also that the police felt true remorse and guilt for putting you in prison for something that wasn't your fault

As soon as he came home you ran into his arms crying tears of joy leading to not only him just holding you until you weren't crying anymore but also a sweet moment of two people showing in different ways that they loved each other

You both after 5 years of being together you got married in the open field behind the home you shared

Aaron

He had never thought that he would have been attracted to someone that had some of your qualities mainly the mechanic part but it never bothered or tiered him away either

You were a friend of Penelope's and you came over to her place to help fix her car that was having problems starting and moving

He had stopped by to tell her that they had the next bit off and to drop off homemade cookies to her that his girlfriend at the time beth had made and thought pen would like

He was talking to her when you came up covered in oil,wearing a tank top,tennis shoes,and jeans,showing most of the tattoos on your upper body and your bob length hair pulled back into a tiny ponytail "Hey pen your car's fixed! Turns out the battery was dying on ya and you gasket was fixing to blow up" she cheers and thanks you by not only a girl's night out the next weekend but also by letting you use her shower and nice smelling washes

He had lost the ability not only to breathe and think but also just exist by not how independent and strong willed you seemed but also how kind and giving you also seemed not knowing what to do if he ever saw you again

You ran into each other at the local coffee shop soon you were together and dating meeting his young jack who adored you always him asking you to help him and teach him to fix his bike

You moved in 8 months of being together even though he wanted you to move in at 3 months you decided to wait much longer not only because you wanted to not only bond with him more but also in order for him to think of having another person living with him in that way wince his wife passed

He had told you about his wife a bit not how she died or anything like that but what type of person and mother she was until later on in your relationship

He told you that she was murdered and how much it changed life for him and jack trying so hard not to just disappear somewhere else where no one knows him

He liked the way all 12 of your tattoos fit your body from your legs,arms,and shoulders to your hips,ribs,and back all of them having a different meaning to each of them but his personal favorite tattoo on you was the one on your back of a phoenix showing you no matter how hurt and scarred you were you still got up and fought back for yourself and the people you loved

But he felt anger and pure agony when you told him that you were not only falsely accused of a crime but sent to prison for years on charges of Evidence tampering, obstruction of justice,and murder not only when you were such a kind hearted person but also because you had lost half your life you can never get back and trying to make up for the time you missed by being in prison

He started looking into your case after working a case a lot similar putting other cases on hold and working all day and night finding that not only did they not have any evidence to charge you but they also contaminated the crime scene by other people still being in the house when they took pictures of the scene

He immediately traveled by himself to your hometown and demanded the case be reopened and thoroughly investigated by a different group of detectives along with the BAU team even threatening to charge all the people who worked the case for practically just putting the most innocent and affected person who had witnessed what happened in prison

You had also told them that it was your best friend who had died being killed by her own father while you hid under the bed and being assaulted by her brother who helped hide the crime with the dad

After a lot of work and fighting with the police letting them know that they would be on their asses for what they did to you

You knew he was in your hometown on a case but not that it was the case of what had happened to you finding out not only when you were watching the news seeing issue a public apology to you and your family but also when you sister and cousin called you telling you how they had met and talked to Aaron which surprised you greatly

You spent your time with jack doing different things when he wasn't at school from making snacks,coloring,and watching TV to playing with him,taking him to the park,letting him sleep with you whenever he had a nightmare while aaron was gone,and just having a great time bonding with the other

The day aaron came home showing you that your record was clean and expunged that you had ever been in prison making your heart grow big with warmth even more hugging him with tears of joy but it was also the same day he started thinking and wanting to marry you and jack ran in hugging his dad calling you mom for the very first time

A couple of years later the two of you got married on a beach and you adopted jack the very same day of your wedding becoming the family you and him both wanted for years finding it in each other as well as a person to spend and love for the rest of your lives

[dangerouspostland]

Some classic Toronto (and O.P.P) Police cars: 1988 Plymouth Caravelle (last year for the yellow color), Ford Crown Victoria, Harley Davidson Motorcycle, Chevy Corvette Z06 O.P.P and Dodge Charger.

[robots-n-sweet-tea]

Transformers Fankid Profile: Compass

Compass, She/Her --Autobot

Altmode: Harley-Davidson Road King Police Motorcycle --Height: 12ft 10in --120 mph --Blue, black, and white --Red optics

Personality --Mean slutty lesbian girlfriend --It’s like you fused Prowl & Starscream’s attitudes together into one --Extremely argumentative --Will threaten to run you over and will actually do it given the chance/hj

Extra --Guardian(s): Prowl --Conjunx of Lunar --Paired up with Alistair Robinson --Human name: Cameron --Has no idea who her sire is --Voice Claim: Azula [Avatar: The Last Airbender]

[phrworld]

005 Columbus Day Parade - Essex County Sheriff by rivarix Via Flickr: One of many law enforcement agencies that participated in the parade.

[mymanreedus]

Before you were discovered in a Hollywood bar and become an actor, you worked at a Harley Davidson store in Venice, California, while being a painter, photographer, sculptor, and videographer. Where does your passion for the motorcycle come from?

It started when I was in middle school. I had a friend named Tun, who sat last with me. And he taught me to get little bubbles out of my mouth and blow them in the air. And we became friends. And he had a little Yamaha Y plus 80. So he and I were driving on his Y plus 80, like running away from the police and stuff like that. Today, I have many motorcycles: a 1946 Harley Davidson Knucklehead, Harley Davidson FXRS. An FXRP. For my show, I'm driving on a 1,200 Rally Pro from Triumph. I have several models. I also have a motorcycle cross in Costa Rica to go to the mountains. Otherwise, for the short story, at the beginning of The Walking Dead, I had to be on horseback. But since I have a blue fear of horses, I suggested being on a motorcycle instead of.

Does riding a motorcycle help you decompress?

When I was going to the Walking Dead in Georgia, I was riding a motorcycle to go to work every day. During the journeys, I thought about what I was going to do and it would calm me down. It's a good way to wake up and free yourself. And then, when I got home, I thought about what I had done in the day. If you had an intense day, it's a way to let go. That put me in good conditions. If you're in the car, you're listening to the radio. It's like you're in your living room. By motorbike, you can feel the air of the countryside, the wind. My motorcycle show comes from the fact that I was driving a motorcycle to go to work all the time. And there, the insurance of the TV show tells me, "Can't you go to work on a motorcycle?" But I did it anyway. In The Walking Dead, I was going to die from one minute to the next because everyone dies with every episode. So I thought, my time is almost up.

Norman Reedus, Numero

[wetsteve3]

1931 Henderson "KJ" Streamline | USA

Henderson was a manufacturer of 4-cylinder motorcycles and produced two wheelers from 1912 until 1931. They were the largest-capacity and fastest motorcycles of their time. Henderson appealed to both sport riders and police departments. Police favored four-cylinder motorcycles for traffic patrol because they were faster than anything else on the roads. The company began during the Golden Age of motorcycling, and ended during the Great Depression.

The Streamline model (factory index KJ), appeared in 1929 featuring improved engine and a return to the IOE (inlet over exhaust) valve configuration. From this moment modified engine shows 45 hp at 4000 rpm. It has a five main bearing crankshaft, and down draft carburetion. The Streamline is really fast - capable of a genuine 100 mph (～160 kmph), and advanced for its time, with such features as leading-link forks and an illuminated speedometer built into the fuel tank.

On Black Tuesday, October 29, 1929, the Wall Street stock market crashed, but Henderson sales remained strong, and business continued. At this point Excelsior Motor Mfg. & Supply Co. was one of America's "Big Three" of motorcycle production, alongside Harley-Davidson and Indian.

The last motorcycle left the factory in September 1931.

[steampunkforever]

Ok so back in the 70s/80s there was a Qanon-sized conspiracy that the Vietnamese hadn't given America back all its captured soldiers and was keeping some of them in jungle POW camps (just for fun I guess?) even after the Vietnam war officially ended. Though not an impossibility (see: that one Japanese soldier who only stopped fighting WWII in 1974) the general consensus at this point is that the foundation of this conspiracy theory was a coping mechanism for families who refused to accept the fact that their sons listed MIA were truly gone rather than any concrete evidence that the Viet Cong (literally just the Vietnamese government at this point in history) were secretly keeping GIs locked up in the 10-20 years after the war.

The reality is that when you send a generation of young men into a jungle-shaped meatgrinder, you're not going to recover or even confirm all of your dead. Even if those MIA soldiers survived the ambush/plane crash, they'd have essentially been dropped in the middle of a jungle with minimal survival equipment. Unfortunately, the very fact that these boys were drafted into a pointless war in the first place, combined with the treatment of the veterans that made it back, meant that public trust in the government was at an all time low--something that current events have proven to have bred the worst kind of conspiracy theories: the politically impactful ones.

Which is why even now the POW/MIA flag flies in front of many state and federal buildings, the equivalent of your governor unfurling a WWGOWGA banner in front of the statehouse. All this context is required to understand the events that formed Rambo: First Blood Part 2, the 1985 analog to a present day "Pizzagate: The Movie."

On a scale of one to "shred the local police station with a beltfed machine gun," Rambo in First Blood is not doing great at coping with Vietnam, but the movie delivers an elegant, tragic look at how society dealt with veterans of a war it never wanted. And so for the sequel, they brought in George Cosmatos, a director known for what Entertainment Weekly calls "Rock Em Sock Em" movies and whose son would go on to functionally kick off the Nic Cage Renaissance.

First Blood Part 2 lands on the "how well did you take losing the Vietnam war" scale somewhere between "denial through affirmation of nutjob conspiracies" and "going back and killing the russians because they're the REAL bad guys." Which is to say that it handles the transition from thoughtful first film to action icon second film a tad worse than Terminator 2, if only because Terminator 2 never involved plot points about rescuing Nam Vets who were secretly still being kept prisoner a decade after the war ended.

I can't hate on the film that much because you don't hire the corny 80s action director and expect him not to make a corny 80s action film, and the POW/MIA conspiracy functionally no longer matters outside of decorating the back of goateed boomers' Harley Davidson motorcycles. The action is corny and fun, and the pre-9/11 tinhat theories are more objects of curiosity than anything. Yet I would debate that this film doesn't carry on the reputation of the original the same way that Alien carries over to the more action oriented Aliens or Home Alone carries over to Home Alone 2: Lost in New York.

Rambo: First Blood ends with John Rambo--disturbed special forces veteran who's take apart an entire town and humiliated state police, local sheriffs, and the national guard-- sobbing like a baby, lamenting bitterly the deaths of every single friend he had in his unit and his fate in a society that has discarded him as politically inconvenient. It's powerful, watching this mountain of muscle shaped into a killing machine fully break down and weep into the arms of his former commanding officer.

In Rambo 2 he ends the film by kicking the bad guy from Karate Kid in the crotch and then shooting up a bunch of computers. The difference between the films is clear.

[nakrobtee10]

Super wings's Motorcycle

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Dizzy's Honda crf450r,tune 450rl

Goldenboy's Yamaha xj6n,tune turbocharger

Ellie's Honda cbr150r

Paul's Harley Davidson road glide ultra cvo,tune police siren

Astra's Aprilia dorsoduro 750

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