Rumbles

[Motu]

Reading the Mods N Rockers thread and some others - I was wondering if you had been in any ''rumbles'' as the Poms say...or have you all led sheltered lives,but k'now,we are bikers to the bone surely? Here are a couple from me to start with,there are more,but it will give you an idea of what was happening in the early 70s and my fighting style.

My brother had a big party at the flat he was living in - a flat in those days was a kauri villa in an inner city suburb with lots of young people living in it - always more than the number of rooms.This was a huge do,the cars were lined up both sides of the street,inside the house there was no room to move,just people everywhere,real music blasting out of the big stereo speakers....wow,choice.

Then we were gate crashed by the King Cobras :eek: They started by running up and down the cars parked outside - jumping from bonnet to boot,over the roof,landing on the bonnet and so on,on all the cars on both sides of the road.In those days bike boots had leather soles with steel heel and toe plates,so it was quite noisy.When they came on the property they knocked down the small block wall outside,all in one piece at ground level.I was standing in the hall by the front door when they came in - the first guy had a baseball bat and his first swing took out the hall light,the second landing beside me and smashing the phone.Well,that kinda set the tone and in a matter of minutes most of the happy party goers had decided to leave.

We weren't going to leave my brother and his friends to this fate so we all stayed and so did a few others,there was still a party going on,piss needed drinking.I nearly threw him to the lions though - I was standing in the kitchen and he came up to me and said ''great party eh'' and punched me in the arm,I was none too steady on my feet either and stumbled,spilling some of my drink on the biker chick next to me...she turned to the leader of the group and said...''Max,this little shit just poured his drink all over me'' :innocent: Ah,tiz lucky the boy is Oyrish and one of his ancestors must a kissed the Blarney Stone now isn't it? or maybe it was the tears as I knelt pleading at his feet.I don't know what happened,but I know there is an eternety between heart beats.

Later we all piled into my International pick up and went back to our own suburb to get reinforcments - came back and rattled some spears,then all went our separete ways.


Maybe a year later we were up at Whangaparoa,still with my International AS110 when we came across a party with fighting in the street - they were being gate crashed,so the guys I was with wanted to be in on it too.I was in the pick up tray and jumped out to see we were parked in front of a red 57 Chev,nice car - so I opened my bottle of beer on that big headlamp suround,it was perfect for the job.Didn't sound like the guys inside thought it was the sort of thing I shoulda done,they were yelling and sceaming as I walked into the middle of the fight.

This wasn't my normal crowd and one of them who was a little guy like me wanted to wear my jacket and kept pestering me about it.It was not the sort of thing these guys wore,it was a DJ,a denim jacket with the sleeves ripped out - so I walked up to him and said ''hey,wanna wear my jacket?'' so he took it and put it on,big smile on his face.He also had frizzy hair,so I took off my toweling hat and went into the house.

The house was deserted,they were all out fighting in the street,so I found a nice bottle of something and wandered out the back,thinking I needed a crap in the outhouse seeing as it was so quiet.Sitting in the longdrop sampling apricot liquere,listening to the noise as I pissed hard against the front board.Trouble is I found out there was no front board - I had just pissed all over my jeans :killingme

Back at the house we were all heros,my boys had cleaned up the gatecrashers and now we were guests.On the way back to where we were camped I had a bit of trouble,coming up to a corner the brakes failed in the old truck,the pedal just went to the floor - I pumped a few times with no luck,so went off the road and into a park,spinning around a bit then back on the road.The brakes were ok now,it looks like I was using the clutch instead - easy mistake eh? I was sleeping in my truck,my mate in my other car,an old VW,when about 3.00am I hear shouting outside - the guy who had my DJ was looking for me,seems he had a little bit of trouble back at the party and he reckons it's my fault.My mate who loved a fight says we need a sleep - but we were going to meet them all at 8.00 at the footy field,he said the two of us were going to take the whole fuckin lot of them on.

We were out of there at 6.00. :niceone:

I guess I am lucky in that anyone involved in these fun and games is either dead,in OZ or is a lawyer or property developer - I will never see them - I hope!

[750Y]

someone say rumbles? lol.
been in a few rolling brawls, man they are utterly ridiculous. one particularly funny evening in Porirua we were leaving my mates cousins & my mate's brother runs up to the taxi van with a keg. we laughed until we seen the house across the road empty out with big islander boys(he had stolen the keg from their party!!!), man the taxi driver nearly wet himself lol. we ,lost that one & the boys got their keg back but we laughed all the way to the next party 8-).

[Jackrat]

Oh dear,Rumbles,scraps,boxin' on,Call it what you will it was damn near a life style at one time.There are still guys out there I keep a casual eye out for when I go on an organised ride.I have run into a couple of these guys and mostly we have a good laugh but ya' never know aye.
I'll tell ya' about one I won and one I lost.During the seventys there were a group calling themselfs the Northcoate boys.My family came from Beachhaven and we didn't get on with these guys at all.
My youngest brother Vaughn worked at Uncles takeaways in Highbury.
Vaughn wasn't really involed in the bad blood between us and them but being
my brother was enough to make him a target.Late one friday Vaughn was doing a late shift and one of my other brothers Shane and myself were waiting
up the road from Uncles to pick him up after work.As we sat in my PAX Vauxhall three bikes all two up pulled up outside Uncles and before we knew at they had Vaughn over the counter and were giving him a right kicking.Shane and I both had lumps of 4x2 and we hit these pricks from behind, three of them were on the deck doing some serious bleeding before they realised what hit them.Two of them did a runner and one jumped on his bike.That didn't work as we draged him off and gave him a taste of what he had been giving Vaughn.His two mates stood on the other side of the road an watched he him cop it.That little incident made the local rag as being a gang battle involving about twenty guys.
After that we got word these guys were going to sort us out big time.We weren't to worryed because at the time it was just par for the course anyway.They never got Shane or Vaughn but I was coming home from work one evening and drove past half a dozen of them outside the house they lived in.Well I always was a smart ass so I gave them the finger as I went past.Bad move,Next thing I know there's two car loads of em' on my tail.
They managed to force me off the road in Birkdale before I could get home.
Still very much in smart ass mode I got out of my car with me trusty lump of wood.That lasted about two seconds and I went down in the classic screaming heap.Luckly for me a few of the locals broke up the stomping I was geting.I still copped the biggest flogging of my life though.After that the local cops started coming down on us hard .I went an found another town to live in and my brothers moved to OZ for a few years.I think we all worked it out that four shitheads weren't going to win out against twenty odd shit heads.I did run into one of those guys a few years back,He's now a Hells Angel and I did a paint job for him before we both realised where we knew each other from.We had a bit of a laugh about the old days an left it at that.

[Hitcher]

I payed heed to my father's advice when I was younger: "If you can't run and you can't fight, you'd better be friendly or funny!" So far I have successfully avoided violent confrontations...

[White trash]

It's good to be able to laugh about that sort of carry on now and I had a few hidings when I was a bit younger and THOUGHT I was a bit tougher. Me and my boys used to get in some pretty big skirmishes with other local groups.

Trouble is nowdays, most of these dickheads are carrying knifes and christ knows what else and aren't afraid to use them!

My brother (Fizzer man) was fucken near killed by a group of about 10 skinheads in Dunedin outside a pub. He was by himself and one of these hero, nazi fucks girlfriends decided for a laugh to point him out as a "Nark".

Modern mob mentality is a bloody dangerous thing.

[White trash]

I payed heed to my father's advice when I was younger: "If you can't run and you can't fight, you'd better be friendly or funny!" So far I have successfully avoided violent confrontations...

Similar to my old man. He said "I've won every fight I've ever been in.........by at least 100m."

Wise idea!

[riffer]

Yeah, growing up in the Hutt Valley in the 70s - 80s was an interesting time.

I had the good luck (or whatever) to be a teenager when the punk scene hit really hard in NZ. Of course, at the same time you had all the local maori kids got into breakdancing and then reggae music, while conveniently avoiding all the spirituality of Jah Ras Tafari.

So this caused a few confrontations. Sometimes they won, sometimes we won. To tell the truth most of the time they kicked our asses. Usually 'cause we walked around alone and stuff, and they tended to congregate in herds of at least four which made the odds better for them.

Moving on to the late eighties and grunge, I was well and truly ensconced in the NZ rock scene playing lead guitar in hard rock/metal bands.

Worst incident I guess would have to have been when our band (TAB) was playing a double bill with Flesh D-Vice at a small venue in Vivian Street, Wellington.

Local skinhead crowd the Droogs (yeah original name, eh - but they weren't too bright) had some kind of vendatta going with the Nomads (maori gang from Levin, IIRC - ofshoot from Black Power?) and there were a few droogs at our gig. Well, the Nomads turn up in full force, about 30 of them with knives, bats, etc. and proceed to take these droogs apart in the middle of our set.

Lots of blood, lots of screams, flying fists and boots. One guy got his face cut open in front of me. Not nice. Then the guy who did it tries to get on the stage dragging the droog. He's about five foot-ten but to me he looks about 7 foot tall and scary as.

So I'm shit scared and not thinking, swing my guitar around and collect him straight in the forehead with it. He drops and luckily none of his mates notice - they're too busy trying to clean up (!) these skinheads. We get the gear together and get the fuck out of there.

And that's my one and only brawl experience...

it was kind of like that scene in from dusk to dawn where all the bikers start turning into vampires :rolleyes:

[pete376403]

One incident whan I was about 18. Me and a bunch of mates had been to the local pub. Getting onto our bikes at closing, a bunch of Maori guys run up to us calling us "Sinn Fein Bastards" and announcing themselves as the "Mighty Mongrel Mob". Well there was a bit of a to-do but we were outnumbered so we let them win by a considerable margin. No doubt they went away happy that they'd taken down the Feiners.
They must have been pretty pissed (I know we were) not to notice we were all on jap trail bikes - something no self respecting S/F would even acknowlege, let alone ride.

[riffer]

Just the thought of some of those old buggers on trail bikes is enough to have me pissing my pants :killingme

Don't most of them drive HSV's now?

[festus]

Been involved in a couple of all in's, otherwise every punchup I've been in was one on one. Too many of those to mention. But all usually involved piss, women or rugby. Both all in's was rugby related. The old story, get a couple of opposing teams in the same bar, and eventually she's all on.
Still get into trouble every now and then, but you have to pick who you fight these days, bloody knives & weapons come out a lot more these days, cause the gutless wonders don't know how to knuckle up!. In Nelson last year stepped a guy outside in a bar (so called tuff guy of Nelson!), two big mistakes, first, didn't tell any of my mates, second went down an alley, dumb move!, go to shape up, next thing bottled from behind. Knockout out and received a kicking. Came too and the boy's are saying what the f&ck are you doing out here.......off to hospital.
One of the boy's knocked the nail on the head, made me really listen and think. He said, "Man!, youv'e got a wife and kids now!, you can't do this shit no more!". Bloody eh!.

[riffer]

Scary, festus. Sounds like you're living Foreskin's Lament for real...

All the best with the new improved life :D

[Indiana_Jones]

I hate people that like to pick fights. Nearly got into one with two little Maori's, which one thought it would be cool to get onto my bike.
Man I was pissed "I'm like WTF? are you doing"
the little shit's like "ah cunt aw, I was gonna steal aw ay"

"like you know how to fucking ride it u little shit" I'm thinking to myself, God little dicks like that piss me off, Does anyone know where I can get knuckle Dusters from?

-Indy

[Ms Piggy]

Well I'm a lover not a fighter ;)

[Kickaha]

Well I'm a lover not a fighter ;)

Well as I'm in Wellington next week and meeting Celtic Sea lily I will try and find out if she is right!

[Big Dog]

Since I was a little nipper (hell brawls at Wesley, usually organised by dorm prefects, soap in a sock is very effective ) all of my brawling has either been proffessional (bouncing) or amatuer bouncing (at parties when the host wants someone out or someone starts brawling without the hosts's permission). Never had to face a loss. when you out weigh majority of your oponents by at least 50kg they tend to give up as soon as they realise you are not kidding. The rest tend to drop like a sack opf spuds after either a bear hug or a sleeper. I like to talk my way out of it but I don't mind craking a few skulls when neccessary.

Those of you who have met me will know why most fights break up before I reach them :lol:

It has been 20 years since I hit someone in anger. I think that is why I have never been seriously injured or lost, I fight with my head not my heart.

[jrandom]

If you don't count the usual school bashings (given and received), I don't think I've ever been in a fight. I mostly put that down to being a nancy toffee-nosed intellectual.

[Big Dog]

I put my lack of fights down to my being a better lover than fighter, size matters and I have something to compensate for when it comes to loving...........:lol:

[jrandom]

I have something to compensate for

Shouldn't that be "nothing to compensate for"?

Assuming that the ladies in your life aren't subject to, shall we say, a grossly unexpected surprise at some point or other.

:lol:

[Big Dog]

Shouldn't that be "nothing to compensate for"?
:lol:
Nah mate the smaller the penis the harder you try to please your lady.

When you only have a three inch spoon you have to be real talented to make a pavelova. :confused2

[Big Dog]

Oh and you win more fights when it is harder to find and hit your nards.

[jrandom]

When you only have a three inch spoon you have to be real talented to make a pavelova

Well some of us are right against the idea of making any more pavlovas, TYVM. Two is bad enough IMHO.

:bleh:

[Big Dog]

Well some of us are right against the idea of making any more pavlovas, TYVM. Two is bad enough IMHO.

:bleh:
I have 3 of my own. But I was refering to beating the egs not hatching them, shit that doen't take a lot of talent, my first was born nine months after my first time. Once you have added the cream the woman does the rest.

[Big Dog]

We are gonna get told of soon for hijacking this psuedo masculine thread about rumbles.

[moko]

We are gonna get told of soon for hijacking this psuedo masculine thread about rumbles.

Too right ya bunch of kiwi softies,at least now the surrender of the world cup becomes more understandable to us Poms.
"Rumble" isn`t used a lot these days,it`s "Ruck" or "Tear Up" and it`s pretty much a way of life here.I was amazed at being able to drink in city centres in N.Z. without seeing mayhem and carnage all around,which is what you get up and down Britain every weekend,very violent place,mainly due to people not being able to hold their drink.You dont have to do anything to get into a fight,some idiot thinks he`ll have a go and he will.I`ve had plenty of fights over the years but am now a total pacifist.Starting at school and fairly non-lethal stuff then progressed onto fights in pubs and gang fights usually with youths from other towns,about 30 of us once got seen off by what has evolved into one of the countries worst bike gangs,we went down for a punch-up,they turned up with hammers,knives and anything else guarenteed to maim that they could lay their hands on.Favourite tactic was "steaming" a nearby town.We knew the local lad`s favourite pub,just used to turn up without being noticed,few at a time and via the backstreets,then all pile in together and lay into them.There was years of hassle over that with people being ambushed on the way back from work e.t.c. in both towns.Then there was the football,you may have seen it on t.v. but that can never put across the adrenaline of literally hundreds of people fighting over a large area.Even in Plymouth for a cup game theres been known for 10,000 "away" supporters to turn up,many without tickets.Calmed right down now but there were times back before the courts started giving out long sentences that there would be one big brawl from the soccer ground to the railway station and often into the city centre as well.I was fighting until way past the time I should have grown out of it,last fight I got into was pretty evil,got my ear pierced involuntarily by some clown with a beer glass and thought I had a broken jaw,this was a night-club "all-in",not a 1 on 1,about a dozen blokes jumped me and 2 mates,sadly for them my mate knew all the bouncers and their moment of victory went sour as they got dragged outside 1 at a time to discover that 3 against 1 aint so hot when the tables get turned.All heroic stuff,and looking bad pretty pathetic.Only one I dont regret is some hero smacked a girl full in the mouth at a party then sneaked out as the party-girls father held people back and threatened to call the Police if their was anymore violence,being pretty quick on the up-take I`d seen him move and gone out the front,met the guy walking down the back alley thinking he was home and dry.He didnt know what hit him,bit of a clue picking the glass out of his face afterwards probably.Police pulled a load of us up the next day,"We know what was done and who did it but he dosnt want to press charges.............bastard got what he deserved,just watch yourselves" and that was that,his brother came down from London with a load of mates the next week but pissed off pretty quick when they realised nobody was scared.I can tell loads of "war stories" but like anyone else who didn`t just pick on the easy targets,which is the usual thing with the heroes here,got my fair share of hammerings,cuts,bruises and scars.

[Marknz]

have a three inch...

Skiter!

:o

[Jackrat]

Bloody hell,I knew there was a reason I didn't vist the UK.Now I remember!!

[Posh Tourer :P]

Well as I'm in Wellington next week and meeting Celtic Sea lily I will try and find out if she is right!

What are you suggesting kickaha??

[Timber020]

Been in a few, but its a near fight that put me well off them

I was out with a bunch of workmates in the states, most were young and full of crap college boys along with a few foreigners. We had pulled into a gas station at about midnight at the same time as some of the local bogans turned up in and on a few pick up trucks.
I was around at the pay window when one of the college boys made a comment about one of the bogans, a small fight broke out but a couple of our guys had the sense to get into the cars and start driving them off slowly so the guys broke from the fight not wanting to be left alone.
I came out to see some bogans chase off the cars, leaving me alone with a bunch of reved up bogans who were very much looking for trouble.
One of the bogans steamed right at me with a look on there face that wasnt spelling welcome.
I looked over at his beaten up oversized pick up and said "Mate, in the country Im from only a really rich guy could afford to run that beast, what size is the motor? It would be worth big bucks back home"
The guys slowed up and we did what guys to best, talking toys.
One of the guys proudly said that he had 2 454's that night so there was nobody that could beat him. Aside from the one in his 454 v8 in his pickup he was carrying a 454 revolver in his glove box. Between the 5 guys and 3 girls that made up the bogan crew, there was a shotgun, a 38 (carried by one of the girls) and 454 revolver and a 9mm auto not to mention a bat and a couple knives. They didnt carry them normally but were going to one of the guys places to shoot cans and drink beer and were hoping to get a shot at a deer on the way there.

What I couldnt get over was the idea that a simple fisticull had the real potential to become ultra ugly.

[Hitcher]

I put my lack of fights down to my being a better lover than fighter, size matters and I have something to compensate for when it comes to loving...........:lol:

ROTFL! I've heard of having a lot to be modest about but this post takes that to a whole new level...