Who knew Barry Soper was born to be wild?
There are some things you do in your career that you’d rather not have done. Mine was infiltrating a southern motorcycle gang more than 40 years ago and riding to the Alexandra Blossom Festival which you’d think would be a most unlikely place for gangs to assemble, but that they did from all over the country.
The gangs had complained they’d the previous year been roughed up by the police who weren’t wearing their identification numbers, which of course they’re required to do by law.
Riding through the countryside with around a hundred thundering bikes certainly gave you a feeling of power, but that feeling turned to disgust at what they got up to when several hundred of them set up camp at an area on the outskirts of the Central Otago town called The Pines.