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Ce week-end, des milliers de motards sont à Lourdes. Voir l’interview du fondateur du pèlerinage, Stéphane Peyras.

Voir le programme

Voir l’interview

20-21 juin 2009 : le pèlerinage des motards

La présentation du pèlerinage en un clic

Un classique du genre, une source d’inspiration intarissable. Une horde d’anciens combattants après guerre qui ne trouvent pas leur place, le début des motards hors la loi, épris de vitesse, d’adrénaline, de sexe et de violence. Des mecs qui n’ont rien à perdre, des branleurs en perfecto avec la naissance d’un mythe, Marlon Brando. En dehors du système, à côté de la société. De ce genre de mouvement découlera les Hell’s Angels et autres grands gangs de motards dans les années 60. La génèse de Blouson Noir.

Dimanche, 1:30, le soleil est beau, j’ai envie de sortir de la ville. Je me dis tiens, pourquoi je n’irais pas voir mon ami Étienne à Trois-Rivières? Je l’appelle, pour voir s’il est là, on peut faire des surprises mais à un certain point, l’essence, il faut l’utiliser intelligemment.

Finalement, ma mère contre-propose un séjour éclair à Sorel. Bein tiens, pourquoi pas.

Je rappelle Étienne pour lui dire. Il me demande:

- Qu’est-ce qu’il y a à Sorel?

- Qu’est-ce qu’il y a à Sorel? Euh… des motards.

- Pis des canards! lance ma mère, de source sûre…

Sorel, c’est la ville où je suis presque née. Mon frère, lui, y a grandi pendant quelques mois, et un jour mes parents ont trouvé que l’essence, même si dans le temps ça coûtait pas aussi cher, il fallait, eh oui, s’en servir intelligemment. Pas trop le cas quand on parle de faire l’aller-retour Sorel-Montréal tous les jours, et sur la 30 en plus. Ça faisait beaucoup de route plate par semaine. C’est ainsi que mon arbre généalogique, avec des branches du bas-du-fleuve et de la vallée du Richelieu, s’est enraciné dans la grande ville. Je me demande combien de gens habitent Montréal et, comme moi, y sont nés. Peut-être qu’au fond, la proportion fait de nous des marginaux.

Bref. J’aurais aimé vous montrer la maison où je suis presque née, mais, hélas, elle a été démolie. Cela dit, l’immeuble d’à côté tient toujours debout:

Pas des blagues. Mes parents ont habité entre deux usines. Une usine, leur maison, une autre usine. Le tout, sur le bord du fleuve. Ça a un petit cachet surréaliste…

Mais on recommence du début:

Après une longue perte de temps due à une sortie bloquée et une mauvaise signalisation, on voit enfin la lumière au bout du pont tunnel. Sorel, here we come!

On a beau rouler entre le bord de l’eau et de beaux grands arbres colorés, je commence à avoir envie de me dégourdir les jambes, et de prendre quelques photos. Et justement, pile quand on arrive à Sorel, on voit des pompiers sur le bord de la route et de la grosse boucane noire.

-All right! Ça rock à Sorel! Bein je veux dire, j’espère qu’il y a personne de blessé.

Ma mère stationne l’auto, je sors et cette dame me dit bonjour.

Elle a reçu une livraison de foin dans l’avant-midi et comme ça, le feu s’est pris dedans mais il s’en sont rendus compte à temps. C’est pas du stock pour le journal de Montréal, mais il y a de chouettes photos à faire.

Bon, next? On va voir les ruines du bunker des Hells, qui a explosé la veille.

Et on est pas les seules à avoir eu cette idée, ça semble être l’attraction du jour.

J’attire votre attention sur deux choses. D’abord, le bunker était entouré de maisons, et pourtant, aucune n’a été touchée par l’explosion. Du travail de professionnels.

Ensuite, un fait qui, personnellement, m’a surprise:

C’est marqué Hells Angels sur leur porte. Est-ce que les témoins de Jéhovah vont sonner pareil?

Fidèle à son diction, TVA était là.

Donc, j’ai pas menti à Étienne, à Sorel, il y a des motards. Pour les canards, on sait pas, moi j’en ai pas vus en tous cas. Mais avouez qu’entre un canard et un bunker en ruines, le deuxième est nettement plus divertissant…

Brangelina Pittlie

OK, everyone else has less problem with Angelina and Brad than this picture being in this section would suggest.  But they are a symbol for all of the glory of Hollywood.  Everyone else has thought long and hard about this issue, and we are prepared to rant.  So, in this open letter of sorts, everyone else would like to put Hollywood on notice.  We are done with you!

First, let us rewind a bit.  Entertainment has been around since time began.  It all started with Adam and Eve naming animals in the garden (platypus?  kangaroo? –come on, just say either of them out loud 5 times, and you’ll know that they were having fun).  But it quickly progressed to actors in natural amphitheaters, jesters, and bards.  The funny thing is, for all of history until quite recently entertainers have been considered to be in the lowest ranks of society.

There are exceptions to this.  There are jesters who helped advise kings, and singers who changed the course of history.  But entertainers have always been seen as people who had skills that while providing usefull distraction, essentially create nothing.  Singers don’t create food, actors don’t create clothing or shelter, and jesters don’t protect your people from invasion.

This has somehow changed.  We know spend millions of dollars to pay an actor to play in a movie or a singer to dance around on stage.  We create giant statues to them.  We watch them honor each other on awards shows, as if they had cured some horrid disease.  We pay for television shows, magazines, and newspapers that are dedicated to reporting on who is dating whom and what breakfast cereal that Beyonce likes best.  Keep in mind that while we are consuming this…well let’s call a spade a spade…crap, they are telling us whom to vote for, what clothes to wear, and even how to wipe our butts!

We understand (to a degree) things like the grammys.  Many musicians have an amazing talent.  People like Eric Clapton, John Popper, and Aretha Franklin (we just picked some names) have amazing talent and it is good to celebrate that.  But for every one of them, there are just as many Chumbawumbas and Baja Men.  Go to your local bookstore.  Look in the music section of the magazines.  There are magazines that are only about the lives of the Jonas Brothers, and Hannah Montana…and not just a few.

Even more than this though, are the “actors.”  We use parenthesis because most of them are really actors.  Even those most of us enjoy, like Harrison Ford, simply play themselves in every movie they are in.  In Indiana Jones we see an older, unlikely-hero adventure type who barely makes it out of sticky situations while trying to survive.  If you change the hat and earth tone clothes, give him some black boots and a little white vest, and call the character Han, you have Star Wars.  In every movie he really just plays another version of Harrison Ford.

In fact, almost every box office goldmine actor or actress is the same story.  Basically, these people are really good at memorizing and repeating words that other people have written for them, and then pretending to do things.  Do they write their lines…nope, not usually.  Do they produce anything tangible…nope.  So, why do we love them so much?

They live in multi-million dollar mansions, wear clothes that we’ll never touch, go to parties with others like them, and spend their time mostly playing and wasting money.  And because they do that, we want to know what kind of food Oprah eats, how Sting likes to have sex, and what almost every star thinks about politics.  And then they complain that when people pirate their movies instead of paying them, or stop attending their concerts because they badmouthed our president in a foreign country.

Let’s run a rough comparison between everyone else, and Brangelina (actually, just Hollywood types in general):

Job

everyone else: Works every day except for 3 weeks of vacation in the summer
Brangelina: Works for about 3 months out of the year and vacations for 9 months

everyone else: Makes somewhere between $7 and $20 per hour
Brangelina: $11,500 per hour

everyone else: When we do a good job on a work project the boss slaps us on the back and says, “Well done!”  We are happy about this because we know we are paid to do an excellent job.
Brangelina: When they do a good job of reading what someone else wrote they get to stand up on national TV and thank people, receive a gold statue, have all of their peers celebrate them, maybe get a gold star planted in the sidewalk with their name on it, and get thousands of dollars in free gifts.

everyone else: When we do a poor job at work we get fired, have our pay cut, or get an official notice written in our file that punishes us.
Brangelina: They get to go on a talk show and tell everyone to go see the movie.  The talk show host pretends it is a good movie.  Their pay is unchanged.

everyone else: Works to produce things like cars, educated children, food, clothes, or puts their life on the line to protect their country.
Brangelina: Looks pretty

Family life

everyone else: Has a church wedding with a paid photographer, a small blurb in the local paper, and gets to honeymoon somewhere like Hawaii for a week.
Brangelina: Has a wedding on a Hawaiian island that is rented out solely for them, flies in all of their friends, has unpaid photographers in helicopters above them, and gets entire issues of magazines and television programs dedicated to the event.  They honeymoon for 3 months in all of Europe.

everyone else: Gets pregnant, has a baby, names it Jacob, goes to Sears photo center to have pictures taken, and works 10 times as hard to raise and provide for the child.
Brangelina; Goes to a 3rd world country to pick out the pretties baby, name the child something like “Orchidshine,” and someone gets paid several million dollars to release the child’s pictures, pays someone $7/hour to raise the child for them.  Their discretionary income is virtually unchanged.

everyone else: Gets married and struggles to stay that way.
Brangelina: Doesn’t bother getting married.  Has 4 or 5 relationships over a ten year period with various other stars.  The media celebrates each one as if they were the most wonderful couple in history, and treats each break up as “if it could happen to this couple, then what hope do any of us have.”

everyone else: Struggles each day to make it all work in order to bring a little joy to everyone around them.
Brangelina: If all they had was taken away tomorrow and given to people who absolutely need and deserve it, it would bring job to everyone around them.

People we’ve offended: Brangelina (yes, we know you work for some good stuff, but if you were really dedicated to social justice, you’d give away 98% of your income and still live in a mansion), anyone who buys “people” “Us weekly” or one of those type magazines, people who think the Osmond’s are worth thinking about, anyone who has ever said “Brangelina” without using it as a joke, anyone who reads things other people wrote for them and pretends to be someone else for a living, anyone who thinks that movie and music piracy isn’t a good idea, people who would still ever attend a Dixie Chicks concert.

Dear Madam who we saw driving on the freeway this afternoon,

First of all, we know your conversation was very important.  We could tell by all of your gesturing into the air as you drove.  We are also quite aware that you are a very important person.  You clearly informed everyone else on the freeway of this by the fact that you continued your conversation despite creating a traffic hazard for the rest of us.

But let us lesser mortals request your consideration on this particular matter.  We know you have a Bluetooth headset, because you proudly parade it around when you are shopping, talking to others in person, and even while at dinner.  We are confused then, as to why it is you drive with your phone held up to your ear.  Perhaps you should try swapping the times you do and don’t wear your headset.  Yes, yes, we know that you paid a fortune for it from the AT&T store, and you want everyone to know how special you are.  But please just know that no one is impressed by this anymore, and the other people you see laughing it up at the table across from you in the restaurant, that’s us.  We are laughing at you.

But all of that is away from the actual point of our letter.  You see, the heart of the matter is this.  Unfortunately, you are a horrible driver.  I know it hurts, but the sting of any rebuke is the truth.  You are lucky that you live in such a free society that doesn’t have restrictive laws, because any less benevolent society would beat you with rods and give you a skateboard to travel on.

All of this is made much much worse by the fact that you are chatting away to Helen or Tom, or whomever it is, and are completely oblivious to everyone else on the road.  If you are as wealthy and important as you would lead everyone else to believe, hire a driver and chat all you want.

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People we’ve offended: people who drive while talking on the phone, people who wear their Bluetooth headsets everywhere, people who don’t realize that others exist

Si hay algo que realmente me toca las bolas, sobre todo en verano, son los moteros.  Y sobre todo en verano porque están las carreteras secas y florecen como hongos.

Vás tu tan tranquilo, a tu bola a 140 por la autopista, por ejemplo, y te pasan  !!ññiiiaaaooooooo!!!  y te dejan clavado, como si fueses a 60…pero que coño ?? a que velocidad vá esta gente ???

Y luego todavia los oyes hablar en sus conversaciones de bar, bravuconenado sus barbaridades, que si hice aquel tramo a 220,  que si Madrid – Valencia 2 horas 20…. y luego los ves en la tele, en las concentraciones, llorando por los que se han matado, por culpa de los quitamiedos, que los destrozan…claro, los quitamiedos….no dicen nada de las velocidades ni hablan de los adelantamientos suicidas que realizan…..y hacen procesiones nocturnas de antorchas “por nuestros hermanos caidos”…..

Hombre, no me jodas, como si la sociedad les debiera algo, como si murieran en acto de servicio, coño, ni que los hubiesemos mandado a la guerra o les hubiesemos obligado a montar en moto….que muere muchisima mas gente en coche y no andamos con esa paranoia. Quien se imagina que todos los que tenemos coche salgamos por la noche con antorchas por las calles en memoria de las victimas de los accidentes de trafico ??? ….que estos solo porque montes una moto ya eres “uno de los nuestros” y aunque te revientes la cabeza por ir como un mongolico por la autopista, ya te hacen un homenaje como si fueses un jefe de estado. Y que aun por encima llegan a tu ciudad a concentrarse y es como si te estuvieran haciendo un favor por estar allí, como si fuese un privilegio que vinieran a parar a tu ciudad, y pasan a tu lado, todo vestidos de cuero, como si fuesen protagonistas de un acto trascendental……es en esos momentos cuando me gustaria ser jefe de bomberos y sacar los camiones a la calle a baldear la porqueria, en serio……y luego los vés alli, en grupo, mirando todos embobados para una moto, que se conocen de pe a pa, porque ya la han visto mil veces, pero da igual, alli, adorando al dios Harley…..y eso si te puedes permitir una Harley, porque esta gente tiene un sistema de castas segun el tipo de moto que tengas. Tienen una mentalidad de secta que te cagas. Yo una vez oi a uno que le decia a sus compañeros respecto a una tercera persona “este es medio tio, tiene una moto de 250″. Increible. Y luego el tipico que presume de haber estado en el Pinguinos, ya tienes que soportar las mismas gilipolleces de todos los años, y ademas que te cuentan todos lo mismo, como si fuesen participes de algo que tu, pobre mortal, nunca podrás experimentar, solo por el mero hecho de que las motos te dan un asco que te cagas. 

Terrible, terrible. Espero que pase el verano rapidito, empiecen a llover chuzos de punta que limpie toda esta bichería y podamos seguir viviendo la vida normalmente sin tener que aguantar tanta tontería y tanta frivolidad.

(Este articulo va dedicado a Jose el Rubio, que me aconsejó que no lo escribiese, que podía granjearme la enemistad de muchos, pero bueno, tal y como le contesté, la unica enemistad que me podría granjear sería la de los moteros, no ?…pues adelante.)

A maior de concentração de motociclistas do Sul da Europa terminou este domingo com um desfile de encerramento pela cidade de Faro. A concentração juntou cerca de 25 mil motards.

Foi ao som de “rateres” e com muita animação que os motoclicistas se despediram de Faro, depois de quatro dias de concentração motard.

O barulhento desfile de encerramento do evento invadiu e animou as ruas da cidade. A parada de motociclistas “superou as expectivas”, segundo avançou a organização.

Nesta 27ª Concentração Internacional de Motos, cerca de 23.500 pessoas esgotaram o recinto, um número ligeiramente superior à edição do ano passado. A organização “não esperava tanta afluência” em tempo de “crise”.

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De hoje a domingo, a Administração Regional de Saúde do Algarve, através do Centro de Aconselhamento e Detecção Precoce da Infecção VIH/SIDA de Faro irá realizar Rastreios do VIH/Sida no recinto da Concentração Motard de Faro.

No local da concentração, no Vale das Almas, junto ao Aeroporto de Faro, estarão presentes duas Unidades Móveis, uma do Instituto da Droga e Toxicodependência e outra da Associação para o Planeamento da Família.

No decorrer das acções, os profissionais de saúde irão fornecer informação sobre a infecção VIH/sida e sobre os meios de prevenção.

Além disso, realizarão um rastreio gratuito, anónimo e confidencial de VIH mediante a aplicação de um teste rápido, com resultado em 15 minutos.

A iniciativa visa assim dar a possibilidade a todos os interessados de realizar um «teste rápido» de rastreio anónimo e gratuito.

(Algarve Notícias – 18.07.2008 )

An Atlanta woman began a campaign to change the city’s “Men Working” construction signs after she got caught spray-painting the letters “WO” in front of the “men” part. The story is here.

After getting caught doing this, she started a fight to get the nations highway signs to be gender neutral.

There must have been a loud hosanna ringing throughout Heaven. Of course we are being sarcastic. Everyone else is convinced that as a reward she should be allowed to repaint all the nations signs herself, and then can be the woman working behind them, just to make sure the work crews are gender balanced.

This is the sign of the end of the world, we are sure.

Just to answer the question: a “motard” is what happens when a retarded person and a moron breed. It’s a hybrid thing, and this lady is a perfect specimen.

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People we’ve offended: ugly women who are bitter and want someone to pay, feminists, feminazis, people who took this lady seriously, people who see discrimination in ridiculous places and want to fix it by making everyon equally miserable

On pensait que l’affaire Julie Couillard était plus ou moins terminée. Mais, les dernières nouvelles émanant d’une ancienne conseillère en immigration, Marie-Claude Montpetit, à l’émission de Gilles Proulx au 98,5 FM révèlent encore plus son passé trouble et entachent au passage les politiciens.

Ex-danseuse nue et tenancière de maisons de débauche s’ajoutent au curriculum vitae louche de la pulpeuse ex-amie de cœur de Maxime Bernier.

Selon cette ancienne conseillère, un programme fédéral en immigration concernant l’intégration des « danseuses exotiques » proposé par l’ex-ministre libéral Denis Coderre fournissait de la chaire fraîche à la clientèle de gens d’affaires, de diplomates et même d’hommes politiques des bordels autrefois tenus par madame Couillard.

Oh là là, ça ne sent pas bon!

La crainte d’une infiltration par le crime organisé dans le pouvoir politique ne concernerait plus seulement le conservateur Maxime Bernier, mais même le Parti Libéral du Canada anciennement au pouvoir.

Pourquoi Denis Coderre dans ses fonctions de ministre de la Citoyenneté et de l’Immigration a-t-il créé un tel programme qui serait inévitablement récupéré par les groupes de motards criminalisés?  Existe-t-il tellement un manque flagrant de danseuses exotiques au Canada que l’on devait mettre en place des mesures incitatives afin de les attirer?

Peut-être que les véritables motifs se trouvent ailleurs… et qu’une collusion entre le monde politique et criminel est plus réelle qu’on ne le croit.

Voir ce lien: http://www.info690.com/nouvelle-julie_couillard_ex_danseuse_nue-1000091-2.html#

Estacionamento motard e depósito para capacetes no recinto, a propósito do concerto dos ZZ Top.

A presença dos ZZ Top no cartaz do Super Bock Super Rock no Porto levou a organização do festival a disponibilizar, no recinto, um parque de estacionamento motard e uma zona para guardar capacetes.

Em comunicado de imprensa, a Música no Coração revela que «vários clubes de motards, portugueses e espanhóis, estão mobilizados para comparecer em peso com os seus tesouros de duas rodas» no SBSR Porto, que se realiza a 4 e 5 de Julho no Parque da Cidade.

No Porto, o cartaz do SBSR conta com Xutos e Pontapés e Orquestra do Hot Club, ZZ Top, Love and Rockets, David Fonseca, Crowded House e Pete Tha Zouk no dia 4 de Julho e Jamiroquai, Paolo Nutini, Morcheeba, Jorge Palma, Clã e Brand New Heavies no dia 5 de Julho.

Os bilhetes continuam à venda e custam 35 euros (um dia) e 60 euros (dois dias).

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Vraiment, ça sentait la fin pour Bernier depuis hier matin. Car bien que malade, je me suis quand même étendu devant les nouvelles et le scandale s’en allait de mal en pis. Alors, d’apprendre sa démission en soirée n’a pas vraiment été un choc. Ça a été plus: “Ça vous a pris tout ça pour le dégager du poste de ministre des affaires étrangères ?!!!” Vous êtes plus patient que moi. Moi, je ne sais pas, mais si mon ministre des affaires étrangères – LE lien entre mon gouvernement et celui des autres – trempait dans l’incompétence crasse, je l’aurais mis dehors de sa fonction bien avant ça. Soyons honnêtes, comme disait Yves Boisvert au début du mois lorsqu’on a appris la nouvelle des relations plutôt particulières (voir motards ici) de son ancienne copine, ce n’est pas l’affaire de l’ancienne copine qui aurait dû choquer autant, mais bien son évidente incompétence à ce poste. Le gars vient du milieu des affaires et est un expert des finances: “kossé” (excusez l’expression québécoise) qu’il faisait aux affaires étrangères, un ministère qui exige de la diplomatie et un minimum de connaissances en politique internationale ? On l’a vu avec les Jos Louis en Afghanistan, qui bien que c’était un geste sympathique, démontrait qu’il ne connaissait rien du pays et de la guerre en cours. Alors, est-on vraiment surpris de voir qu’il a déconné avec des dossiers classifiés ? Non. Ça va avec l’ensemble de l’oeuvre. Donc, bye Max ! Pas que tu vas vraiment nous manquer. De toute façon, tu ne perds pas ton siège à Ottawa. Sauf que désormais, tu vas être sur le banc, en arrière, à applaudir au lieu d’être applaudi. Mais t’en fais pas, si tu as le cafard, t’auras toujours les Jos Louis pour te consoler…

Ce mec à trouvé le moyen de rouler en Harley (ou en Buell) pour Pas Cher ; le con !
A quand le Ducat LowCoast et les Sushis LowCost ?
Amis Motards ou anti-motards, tous à vos ressources !!!