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The Daily News‘ Kitty Caparella covered the Outlaws’ motorcycle gang bash yesterday — that there are still motorcycle gangs in Philly is sort of awesome — but nothing really happened. The Pagans showed up, but couldn’t get through if they wanted to, then they turned around and went to Cheerleaders.
(Caparella: “Outside the South Philadelphia topless bar, several women flashed bare breasts at the police helicopter, said a law enforcement source, who lamented: ‘We didn’t have anybody flash at us.’”)
So, no violence. No gang wars. No arrests, except for a few Outlaws members who got tickets. And, oh, ice cream:
Sources close to Mister Softee said the beer-drinking Pagans, who met at the Handle Bar, a biker bar on Frankford Avenue and Wildey Street, fortified themselves with soft ice cream about 1:30 p.m. Saturday before a potential showdown. [...]
With the streets around the Outlaws club, at Somerset and Amber streets, blocked by cops and feds six ways to Sunday, these tough bikers also came under the spell of the ring-a-ding-ding of Mister Softee.
“Aren’t you going to let Mister Softee through?” asked one Outlaw.
Sure enough, Outlaw beer-guzzlers opened the barbed-wired gates for Mister Softee, like “a bunch of school kids, and stood in line single-file,” said a law enforcement source. “It was hilarious.”
“These bad-ass bikers, standing there eating their ice cream, somewhat ruined their image,” said another law enforcement source. “Both clubs did it, so it must be something new.”
Because as we all know, no tough guys eat ice cream.
Going soft? Biker bash shows sweet side [Daily News]
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