The Biker Gang

After my Kermesse on Sunday I rode round with my teammate Whit spinning out the lactic acid, strolling round on the cracked streets of Ardooie. The town, a granny infested and highly conservative place was a haven for the senior French Belgians, occasionally a young face would pop from the sea of seniors.

Then......in the distance, a disgusting whining sound ricocheted off the buildings on the side of the street. The squeaking sound grew louder and louder, I soon anticipated the worst and duckedd for cover. Finally 'They' became visible. The sound was a gang of about twenty kids seated in proffesional aerodynamic positions on ancient mini 50cc motorbikes. Quite relieved at the sight, I left my place of safety to get in a good laugh. They rusted bikes with tiny marie biscuit wheels, others rode more bigger more feared 'scooters'.

I found it quite hilarious, because they took themselves to be the local 'Badass gang', speeding throught the streets of Ardooie, I named them the:

Ardooie Angels


In a city filled with grannified old farts, one group of youthfuls rose to form the ultimate rebellion, straddling their metal 50cc steeds approaching speeds close to 50km/h evoking fear among those who dared to step foot in Ardooie, they were 'The Ardooie Angels'.