Macho Macho men....kind of

The photos above are taken outside our current apartment. By day it's a regular street, with cables left on the road from a day of filming Jodie Foster movies, but by night Mulberry street turns into an all-night Village People tribute party! Bikers, gay cops, Asian street vendors selling Italian souveneirs....

Not really. Tonight was an annual event where HUNDREDS of bikers from New Jersey ride into Little Italy, Manhattan, for a fundraiser for sick kids. (I don't have a reason to give you for the tight cop outfit on the guy in the foreground...he seemed to be a real cop) I'm not sure why their friends and co-workers sponsor them to essentially ride into the city on a fun means of transportation, then eat a nice meal with all their biker peers. It's not exactly a sacrifice or a feat of physical endurance, like the 40 Hour Famine or the MS Read-a-thon.

Plus these bikies seemed kind of wimpy - they were well behaved while they sipped their house reds and chowed down on New York's worst Italian food (tip, don't expect good food in Little Italy). At least Aussie bikers are bad-ass, and shoot rival gang members and get busted in early morning drug raids. These ones just have a taste for oregano.