A few years ago, travelling around with my bike along the West Coast, I stopped in Westwood, LA, near the UCLA. A short walk around and I saw through the window of a book store something that got my attention: a few pictures and images of rock groups in the ’60 and ’70. I got into the shop, looking to the books and magazines until I saw an old copy of Life magazine, the “special issue” dedicated to the Woodstock Festival.

I took it in my hand and through the pages, the images and the tales of that mythical 1969 in Bethel, New York,
I found a sheet of paper, yellowed by time, that was telling me a story.
The sketch of a motorcycle, a few words rapidly written, a rough image of a skull. I also found a picture of three smiling guys (as we all were in those happy years), with long hair and a bottle of beer in their hands. And, on top of everything, a word, an expression, born in those crazy years, created by a journalist that, being present to the first American performance of Led Zeppelin, probably to mock the habits of that time young people, qualify the audience shaking their head as “headbanger”.
 
Sometimes a word sounds and tells a tale better than a 1000 pages book; it speaks about an unpolluted dream of freedom, brings the metallic echo of an electric solo guitar, it smells of aged leather and burned oil.
I look to that page feeling myself so close to them, to those guys that “who knows where they are”, with their dream of motorcycles and adventures.
 
And so it raises an incompressible desire, a need to give life and body and engine to this dream, to make it happens, and so I take the decision to give birth to “Headbangers Motorcycles”.
 
I really want to think that my never met friends are now riding their bikes on an Interstate towards nowhere, the palms of their hands gripping the handlebars, the hot wind blowing in their faces. No luggage, no weight. Only the freedom, traveling with them.
That’s all, “Headbanger” takes life, I light my engine, twisting my throttle. Me too, like them. My travel starts now.
 
GS “The Soul”