In Kennedy’s world there is as much difference between a motorcycle and a chopper as there is between a motorcycle and a car. To ride a chopper is to become one with the machine. “This is a true center,” insists a man consumed with metaphysical nuance. “And I don’t want to share it,” he adds. Kennedy rides alone. Kennedy believes there are no choppers but massive and long choppers. He is a proponent of what was considered normal, as he reflects back on his Southern California roots…
