Screaming bike engines throughout day and night signals independence for Saint.Vincent & The Grenadines. The droning sounds can be heard from the rural winding country roads to the urban coastal cities of the small island. For many, biking has become somewhat synonymous with the independence of Saint.Vincent, and not only for Vincentian bikers, but also bikers from other nations including: Trinidad and Tobago, Grenada, St.Lucia and Barbados. Over 100 bikers from these other countries found themselves pacing across the mountainous landscape of the mainland St.Vincent, which is a significant increase in traffic for an island with only one main road.
Kingstown, the capitol city is the grand stage for bikers to perform in public. Engine sounds bouncing through the town echo off the age old buildings older than St.Vincent’s sovereignty as the bikes dart through town. Most of the activity is at night aside a handful pedestrians and drivers as an unofficial audience
Saint.Vincent's Royal Police force of SVG mobilises throughout the town becoming more active during the times of independence, well attuned towards the bikes. " I just want to get through this without anybody getting hurt" one of the officers said only moments before an ambulance came blaring down the street as he scowled at the thought that his wishes may already be in vain.
Leading down to the rendezvous, the biker bar in town is a host of activity living up to it’s name. Dozens of bikes filter in and out of this area with music, alcohol and exhibitions of prowess over one’s bike skills. No one leaves the bar without: a trial of smoke and cheers, wheels praising the sky, or at the very least a little bit noise.
The audience is especially interesting from young to old, having unique and large personalities. Inspired by the mood of the bikers they are excited to share their emotions on the camera sharing their stories and enthusiasm for bikes, independence and in one case, a big truck with big wheels.
An unmistakable attraction to the whole show are the ladies who find themselves mounted on the back of the bikes. Almost all of them have read the memo on the short pants of varying degree allowing a more...comfortable fit.
The rider and lady passenger race down the street with no warning other than the screaming engine as it comes buzzing by at lightning speed. You can just about make out the shape of the lady's head buried into the backs of the bikers with expression head in fierce concentration leading the charge
The end of the night arrives, and the bikers ceremoniously rev their engines in anticipation, waiting for someone to make the first move. Once it happens a trail of smoke is mostly all what you can make out as they all peel off into the night leaving behind an obscured cheering crowd.
Thank you all to everyone who was there for spending their time with me and letting me be a part of their culture for the night.
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