WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Dekochari: (trans)”The Japanese… nuked too much or not enough?”
byVanderleunonNovember 10, 2021
Dekochari (デコチャリ)is a bicycle decoration movement specific to Japan, and that is characterized by the use of plywood accessories, chrome plating, elaborate light displays and hi-fi audio systems.
Dekochari can be traced back to the 1970s, back when Japan’s Dekotora truck decoration trend started gaining traction. Unable to unleash their creative decorating talent on trucks, kids started adapting the same general style to their bicycles, and they ended up creating their very own culture. Dekochari thrived right alongside dekotora, but as the trucks’ excessive lighting and extra weight started posing legal problems to drivers, both cultures kind of faded from the roads of Japan, and today dekochari bikes are considered rarities. — Dekochari
What the Hell did I just see? Well, to each his own I guess. I wonder: What would happen if some guy named Hiroshi rode one of those…umm…”bicycles” around the backwoods part of the USA? Maybe nothing. Maybe a perverse curiosity. Maybe laughter. Of course, if Hiroshi saw my bicycle, he might laugh:
Of course, if Hiroshi saw my bicycle, he might laugh:
Well, he might laugh, Mike, but noting the immaculate care the Japanese riders seem to take of their bikes, he might just disparge yours. Of course, he probably would admire your kit for travel.
AggieNovember 11, 2021, 7:48 AM
Those night-time shots – that’s some real Blade Runner sh*t right there.
tired dogNovember 11, 2021, 9:08 AM
The question (…or not enough?) rolls on forever. Apparently endless material.
Hmmm.
Not quite like the way we do it here in So Cal.
Doubt it’ll catch on with the OBC crowd.
Fun is fun, though. I’m going to go have some this Saturday.
See Jeep-née, a Philippine side show, used for multiple rider taxi cabs. WWII Jeeps all gussied up, Actually fun to watch and ride in. Once rode one from Olongapo “ Subic Bay” to a R&R location named Baguio in the mountains above Manila. Our AirCrew added one novel adaptation, a keg of iced cold beer. We greedily drank it dry.
To you vets, thank you for your service, to my brothers and sisters whom didn’t make it home, no way we can ever repay your giving all. Surely you are all sitting to Gods right side on this day set aside in your honor.
Once rode one from Olongapo “ Subic Bay” to a R&R location named Baguio in the mountains above Manila. Our AirCrew added one novel adaptation, a keg of iced cold beer.
I’ve made that same Jeep-‘nee ride, Dirk, with submariner crew members, though we were drinking mojo on the ride up. Good times.
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To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
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Can’t leave it alone
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To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
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Change come over
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Until I see
My shining light
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Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
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Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
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I see my light
See my light
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Definitely not enough.
What the Hell did I just see? Well, to each his own I guess. I wonder: What would happen if some guy named Hiroshi rode one of those…umm…”bicycles” around the backwoods part of the USA? Maybe nothing. Maybe a perverse curiosity. Maybe laughter. Of course, if Hiroshi saw my bicycle, he might laugh:
http://www.mikeaustin.org/Bike%202015/Bike%204.JPG
Of course, if Hiroshi saw my bicycle, he might laugh:
Well, he might laugh, Mike, but noting the immaculate care the Japanese riders seem to take of their bikes, he might just disparge yours. Of course, he probably would admire your kit for travel.
Those night-time shots – that’s some real Blade Runner sh*t right there.
The question (…or not enough?) rolls on forever. Apparently endless material.
I passed the video link along to a little old (ninety something) lady in Japan in case she wants to punk her bike.
Hmmm.
Not quite like the way we do it here in So Cal.
Doubt it’ll catch on with the OBC crowd.
Fun is fun, though. I’m going to go have some this Saturday.
JWM
See Jeep-née, a Philippine side show, used for multiple rider taxi cabs. WWII Jeeps all gussied up, Actually fun to watch and ride in. Once rode one from Olongapo “ Subic Bay” to a R&R location named Baguio in the mountains above Manila. Our AirCrew added one novel adaptation, a keg of iced cold beer. We greedily drank it dry.
To you vets, thank you for your service, to my brothers and sisters whom didn’t make it home, no way we can ever repay your giving all. Surely you are all sitting to Gods right side on this day set aside in your honor.
Dirk
Once rode one from Olongapo “ Subic Bay” to a R&R location named Baguio in the mountains above Manila. Our AirCrew added one novel adaptation, a keg of iced cold beer.
I’ve made that same Jeep-‘nee ride, Dirk, with submariner crew members, though we were drinking mojo on the ride up. Good times.
Wow! And I am envious therefore. Now I want one of those Mojos.
WEIRD IS AS WEIRD does… I am amazed at what they have done.